| Something about water and wind... |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|10:38 am] |
So is it just me, or are we hearing very little about the hurricane that recently tore Texas a new asshole? I'm not saying it needs to be top on the list of everyone's dinner conversation, but I wonder why we heard so much about Katrina and this one is staying pretty much under the radar. I can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that most of the people in Texas actually LISTENED when they were told to evacuate, rather than hanging around so they could further their victim complexes and complain about how the government wasn't doing everything for them fast enough.
Best quote ever: "George Bush hates black people, and he gave the National Guard orders to shoot us on sight!" -Kanye West's retard ass |
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[Sep. 19th, 2008|03:11 am] |
I was doing a bit of self-reflection, and I finally understand the root of my dislike of religion. It's not that I think people who blindly believe in something are ignorant or anything like that. Truth be told, it's because I am envious. And realizing this envy makes me both angry and sad. What I wouldn't give to be able to blindly entertain the notion that there is some force out there who has the power to fix all of my problems. Or all of the world's problems for that matter. I long for the days when I could do so. They were much simpler and happier times.
But with maturity comes experience. And with experience comes knowledge. And with knowledge comes factual assessment. It would seem the ability to make these factual assessments is my downfall, and possibly the downfall of all mankind.
To be touched by some invisible hand and be surrounded by a feeling of peace and love...I don't know that there would be anything better. And it angers me that I know such a thing to be impossible.
But out of this train of thought, the question arises: Is it possible for one to simply choose to believe something, even if all the logical and factual evidence proves otherwise? I'll let you know if I ever find the answer to that one. |
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| I am at a total loss for words |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|08:10 am] |
As some of you may know, I'm a member of the anti_feminism community. No, that doesn't mean that I dislike feminists. I am a feminist myself. What I DO dislike is people who think that anything they do is justified because of some injustice that may have befallen an ancestor. I joined that community for 2 main reasons. One was to hopefully learn new perspectives to womens' issues that I had not previously considered. The other was to make sure that there was at least 1 person there who wasn't going to hop on the man-hating bandwagon.
Now let me preface this by saying that the person who posted this is known to frequently behave in a manor that is both tactless and offensive. I don't condone sexist comments, regardless of which side they come from. His behavior has pretty much turned him into the community whipping boy, and that's between him and the people who he's pissed off.
The thing that I have a problem with is that one of the aforementioned rabid man-haters has taken it upon herself to post a couple of drawings she did. Nothing wrong so far, right? Did I mention they were finger painted with her own menstrual blood? That's just absolutely deplorably fucking disgusting. And it's not like she emailed them to him or something. She posted them in a public forum for all to see. It's a common tactic in that community to post possibly offensive imagery when a man dares to speak his mind, and I'm fine with that. But finger painting with the excrement from one's own body and posting a picture of it? That's just sub-human. I usually do a pretty good job of staying civil when debating issues on this or any other forum, regardless of how many baseless personal insults are slung my way, but this literally makes me sick to my stomach. And of course her feminazi cohorts are more or less praising her for "making a statement". I just don't get what would have to go on in someone's head for this to be considered acceptable.
So I invite you all to check out this spectacle and let me know what you think. Am I being overly judgemental by expressing my dislike for this nastiness, or am I justified in my revulsion?
The post starts off with the first drawing, and then she adds another later on in the comments.
http://community.livejournal.com/anti_feminism/689884.html |
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| Factcheck.org |
[Sep. 12th, 2008|07:17 am] |
So I recently ran across a post someone made about this site in one of the communities I participate in. I just now got around to checking it out, and they have this "fact of the day" thingy over on the left side. Apparently the fact for the day today is as follows:
About one out of every two people added to the U.S. population between July 2006 and July 2007 was Hispanic. The total Hispanic population in the U.S. is 45.5 million.
How scary is that? But I guess there's no cause for alarm, since I'm sure that every single last one of those 45.5 million people, who are criminals by definition, are no doubt just here to find good jobs so they can work hard and take better care of their families. Riiiiiiight... |
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| Angsty Adults |
[Aug. 10th, 2008|12:19 am] |
"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage"...
Greetings children. Our topic for discussion today is adult angst. We Generation X'ers have been probably he most angst-filled of any generation in history, but has anyone stopped to think about why? Also, why has so much of that teen angst carried over into our adult years?
The first question I don't really have any feasible answers to, but I have some theories on the second one.
Back in the time of our grandparents it was completely common to see a family consisting of 2 adults and at least 2 kids all comfortably supported on the barely above minimum wage earnings of a sole provider.
Then in the hay day of our parents Americans as a whole started to become more accustomed to a life of pseudo luxury, and often times this took both parents working. With this flood of people into the workforce, companies begun to have the luxury of being more selective in their hiring processes, and sometimes requiring a college education. Everything was still roses and sunshine, but it took quite a bit more effort to maintain.
Now we move ahead to modern times. Inflation has hit previously unheard of astronomical levels, and a generation of latchkey kids are left throwing their hands up in the air in frustration. It is now impossible for a family of 2 to support themselves on a single income (excluding the really super high paying jobs of course). College education is often required for even the most basic and low paying jobs. And to make it worse, our generation aren't the only ones suffering under our horrific economy. Our parents and grandparents should either already be retired or be pretty close to doing so, but instead they are forced to remain in the workforce and occupy jobs that should otherwise be open.
So is it any surprise that our overall happiness is lower than previous generations? And to top it off, we just sit around and whine about how unfair the world is instead of getting up off of our asses and actually doing something about it.
When the going gets rough, find the person who made it rough and kick them in the fucking teeth. Though the outlook for our future is bleak at best, we are still the architects of our own destiny. It all boils down to taking control of our own lives. Hope for the best, but plan for the worst. That sort of thing.
No real point of this I suppose, I just felt like doing some semi-intellectual bitching. Carry on. |
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| Hypothetical Scenario |
[Aug. 8th, 2008|06:43 am] |
Here's something I would like to hear everyone's thoughts on. I'm not going to invent tons of details or anything like that, just give you the basics and ask that you voice your opinions. I'm mainly just curious how my views on the situation stack up against you guys'.
There is a couple consisting of a man and a woman. One morning, after sleeping in the same bed, the woman is awoken to the man fondling her breast. She asks him to stop, and he promptly does so and goes back to sleep.
How large of a problem, if any, would you say this would be?
If you view this as a problem, how could it have been better handled?
Also, if you view this as a problem, what would have to happen in order to salvage the relationship, if at all possible?
I have my opinion, but I'll keep it to myself for now to encourage independent thought, and I'll add it in later. |
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| Great Band! |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|01:25 pm] |
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I dunno how many of you might have a thing for symphonic metal, or even know what it is. But regardless, you owe it to yourself to check out this band that I found out about today called Haggard. It's like a cross between medieval stuff, something you would hear on a pirate ship, and metal. Really interesting stuff. I actually wouldn't mind paying to go see these folks in person, but unfortunately it looks like they only tour in Europe and Latin America. Lame. Anyway, check it out and let me know what you think :) |
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| Overinflated sense of self importance much? |
[Jul. 20th, 2008|06:48 am] |
http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=665015
If you think the generation now entering the workforce are a bunch of whiny self-absorbed brats, then most of the country would agree with you. But this takes it to a whole new level. Apparently the newest diagnoses from the psychological community is people who believe their whole life is a reality show.
It sort of reminds me of when I was about 5 years old and I was absolutely convinced that every single person I ever encountered, my family included, were all robots or aliens or holograms or something to that effect. I looked at every single moment of every day as a test, and I was convinced I was to be judged by some higher form of intelligence. Of course as time went on I realized that either this was not the case, or even if it was then who cares what some higher being might think of me.
I guess it's sort of like that whole "God is everywhere and he's always watching you" thing. That's something that always creeped me right the hell out about Christianity. Why would some higher power have any interest in watching me take a crap or masturbate? C-R-E-E-P-Y!! |
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| Evil White Male Alert!! |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:35 pm] |
Is it just me, or do people go out of their way to take offense at things? If you want an EXCELLENT example, just scroll down a couple of posts and take a look to the comments on the list thingy I posted from kontraband.com. Someone got all bent out of shape over a joke, and took the opportunity to personally insult me. What's worse is that I don't even know this person, yet they felt it necessary to troll my personal journal for some reason.
I have run into the same sort of thing on other forums. Forums where I defend the values of feminism no less. How the hell can someone call me a sexist when I stand up for womens' right to equality? Let's break it down, shall we?
I support a woman's right to have an abortion under any circumstances. I might not view abortion is a preferable option when it comes to birth control, but I think that the option needs to be there, and be unrestricted.
I will stand up for any woman who is being legitimately discriminated against. This sort of thing is inexcusable, and should not be tolerated in a society that claims to be enlightened.
I am violently opposed to rape. If necessary I would love to personally murder anyone who ever forced himself on a woman. The act of physically imposing yourself on a woman is about the furthest thing I can think of from "manly" behavior. I am not one of those people who says things like "Well maybe if she wasn't dressed like a whore then she wouldn't have got raped."
So as you can see, clearly I must be a sexist asshole. *is dumbfounded*
Thoughts? Comments? |
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| MeMe(ish) thingy |
[Jun. 29th, 2008|07:43 am] |
This makes for some excellent ego masturbation :)
Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.
1. Sang a solo in Carnegie Hall.
2. Done 110 mph on a motorcycle.
3. Modeled jeans. |
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| Rules Men Wish Women Knew (stolen from kontraband.com) |
[Jun. 21st, 2008|03:50 pm] |
1. If you think you are fat, you probably are. Do not ask us. We refuse to answer.
2. Learn to work the toilet seat. If it's up, put it down.
3. Do not cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then, you are stuck with her.
4. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect gift yet again!
5. If you ask a question you don't want the answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.
6. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.
7. Do not ask us what we are thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.
8. Sunday=Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
9. Shopping is not a sport, and no, we are never going to think of it that way.10. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.
11. You have enough clothes.
12. You have too many shoes.
13. Crying is blackmail.
14. Your ex-boyfriend is an idiot.
15. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work. Strong hints do not work. Obvious hints do not work. Just say it!
16. No we do not know what day it is. We never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.
17. Yes, peeing standing up is harder. We are bound to miss sometimes.
18. Most guys own three pairs of shoes. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress.
19. Yes and no are perfectly good answers to almost every question.
20. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That is what we do. Sympathy is what girlfriends are for.
21. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. Go see a doctor.
22. Foreign films are for foreigners.
23. Check your oil.
24. Do not fake it. We would rather be ineffective than deceived.
25. It is neither in your best interest nor ours to take the quiz together.
26. No, it does not matter which quiz.
27. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days.
28. If you won't dress up like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.
29. If something we said can be interpreted in two ways, and one of the ways makes you angry or sad, we meant the other.
30. Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway. It is genetic.
31. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.
32. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done, not both.
33. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during the commercials.
34. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, neither do we.
35. Women wearing Wonderbras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.
36. More women should were Wonderbras and low-cut blouses. We like staring at boobs.
37. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out.
38. ALL men see only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach is a fruit, not a color.
39. Pumpkin is also a fruit.
40. If it itches, it will be scratched.
41. Beer is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.
42. If it is OUR house, I do not understand why MY stuff gets thrown in the closet/attic/basement.
43. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.
44. If we ask what is wrong and you say, "Nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
45. If we hear from an old girlfriend, we will briefly fantasize about having sex with her. But do not worry; the fantasy includes you AND her together.
46. What the hell is a doily? |
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| This is too much fun! |
[Jun. 21st, 2008|03:44 pm] |
Ok I had to post this. I've been playing this game for the past few minutes and having way too much fun. You have a bow and arrow and you can shoot this dumbass standing there and then listen to him whine about it. I think there's also a point...something about an apple...who knows.
http://www.kontraband.com/games/12451/Apple-Shooter/ |
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| Apparently my drunken self doesn't write incredibly badly |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|02:08 pm] |
I was looking through my earliest posts for the hell of it, and I ran across this one. It has a little picture of an eye on it (which I can only assume means I am the only one who can see it). It was dated January 13th 2006, and entitled "Drunken Rambling". Apparently I was bored and writing a short story. While it isn't the greatest, I love my use of multiple writing styles all jumbled up into a buffet of literary anarchy. Anyway, here it is:
He was the embodiment of rage, yet somewhere deep down inside, somewhere long since forgotten, he could still feel. Day after day the world threw the worst it could muster in his face and he took it in stride. Just like Daddy always said "What don't kill ya makes ya stronger, now get me a beer."
The thoughts of what seemed like 5 lifetimes raced around his head as he walked, alone as always, through the nearly empty streets of Manhattan's lower east side. He checked his watch, on which Voltron happily displayed that it was 3 AM. He was on his way to Charlene's house. No matter what he did he just couldn't get her off his mind. She looked like a lost angel, with her pouty lips that were almost always painted black, her raven black hair, her creamy white skin, and her piercing blue eyes. They had been "on again, off again" for a couple of months now, and he wanted definite answers. The kind of answers only a 5th of bourbon gave him the courage to seek. As he walked up the 3 flights of stairs to her apartment in the building with shabby faded green paint with peeling floral trim that looked like an acid trip gone wrong, it occurred to him that he was more than slightly drunk and he had second thoughts. "Maybe I'll just call" he thought to himself. He dialed the numbers and heard the ringing of her cell phone inside, one of those saccharine-sweet punk/emo tunes that all the kids in the clubs would dance to. Ring ring ring...she always answered her phone, what gives? He tried the door, and it was unlocked so in he went. All the lights were off and there was music blaring from the back room. He knocked at her bedroom door, but it's doubtful that it could be heard over the music. He opened the door, stepped in, and flipped on the lights. Oops.
"Josh, oh my god! What are you doing here!"
"Well then...looks like I came at a bad time."
"No no no, this isn't what it looks like."
"I don't really care what it looks like, I just came to get my guitar."
Now you would think if you were caught fucking someone else's girlfriend you would have the common sense to just sit there and shut up, but no. Some dirty looking skinny as a rail kid stood up butt-naked and started yelling. It's unclear what he was saying, but it only lasted about 2 seconds before he got a Fender Jagstang up-side the face and hit the floor like a pile of dirty laundry. Then of course the bitch had to run her mouth too. It took all the self control Josh had to not slit her fucking throat right then and there.
Josh woke up and looked around the apartment. "What the fuck?!" There were 2 horribly mutilated dead bodies lying on the floor in front of him, and one of them was his girlfriend Charlene. "What kind of sick son of a bitch would do some crazy shit like this?" A strong revulsion creeped up as his chest tensed up and he vomited all over the dead body of the guy he had never seen before. He barely had time to wipe off his mouth before hearing the blaring of sirens from outside. Surely the cops would understand. He must have taken a nap and some sicko came in and murdered his girlfriend and her friend. "How the fuck did I sleep through this?"
He realized he had to get out of there before he got accused of killing those people, so he bolted out the door and up the stairs to the roof. There were four police cruisers on the street below, and from all the way up here the cops all looked like confused ants running in every which direction. He had no idea what to do. How was he going to get down without being spotted? Then without warning a strong gust of wind came up behind him and the next thing he knew he was falling 15 stories. With a crash like thunder his battered frame landed on the hood of one of the cop cars, smashing the windshield and sending blood covered pieces of glass in all directions.
The moral of the story? Is there ever a moral? This is real life, like it or leave it. But if I were to take anything at all away from this little tale, it would be that you never know when fate is going to sneak up and kick you in the ass. |
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| This Sickens Me... |
[Jun. 9th, 2008|05:53 am] |
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/2095967/Why-having-an-affair-could-save-your-marriage.html
I'll sum it up for those who don't want to take 20 seconds to read it. There is an author who wrote a book that advocates dishonesty and infidelity for the sake of a healthy marriage. She would have us believe that in order to suffer the boredom of a marriage, women should cheat on their husbands. On top of this, she says to never admit to it, even if he asks directly. Dude...don't be a dishonest piece of shit in the first place and you won't have to lie about it!!!
While it's true that marriages can get boring and repetitive, it is the duty of both parties to try to keep it interesting. When faced with a failing marriage, a rational adult has two choices.
1. Stick around and try to fix it.
2. End the relationship.
If you want to sleep with someone else, then it's your right to do so. But be a decent human being about it and break it off with the person you are currently with first. Shit like this drives me crazy.
This is even worse than the women's magazines telling women that all guys love it when you shove a finger up their ass. Personally, I don't care if I have some mystical erogenous zone hidden up inside my brown eye. That is a no entry zone. Other guys can be into that if they want to and that's fine, but when it comes to my body, nothing is going in my ass. Plain and simple. |
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| This is hilarious! |
[Jun. 7th, 2008|07:57 am] |
I've joined a ton of communities recently. Some of them are not so great, and others are okay. I ran across this commercial in one of them earlier, and I grinned from ear to ear. I imagine even those of you who are parents can probably see the accuracy in this one. Anyway, enjoy :)
http://community.livejournal.com/childfree/9232674.html?#cutid1 |
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| Finally one of those politically correct terms that means real man! Apparently I am a "retrosexual" |
[Jun. 5th, 2008|02:14 pm] |
http://www.kontraband.com/jokes/12177/The-Retrosexual-Code/
I will add that I do not own any type of outfit to "conceal myself from prey", as I think a true man should never hide from anything. |
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| Meh |
[Jun. 3rd, 2008|12:09 pm] |
God, I used to be SUCH a whore!! Seriously...
I was incredibly bored, so I was doing something I haven't done in forever - looking through my old high school in VA on myspace to see if there's anyone I might know on there. It is really sad the amount of people I dated during that short period of time I was there. What is even more sad is that many of them I dated while I was dating others. That's right boys and girls, Shaun was not always a pillar of morality. What sucks though, is that I had pretty strong feelings for a couple of them, and I feel badly for the way I treated them (with the whole two-timing thing I mean). In fact the 2 that I would love to make it up to just happened to be 2 best friends that I was dating at the same time. *sigh*
It's odd how we can imagine a moment that happened years in the past, and still be able to remember how we felt in that exact instant. I remember a time when feelings weren't all bad. I remember what it was like to look someone in the eyes and tell them you love them, and mean it. I remember what it felt like to hold someone so tight that you thought you might squeeze the life out of them, for fear that if you let go then you might never see them again.
I realize feelings like those only exist in naivety, but what I wouldn't give to be that naive again. Odd that overcoming a character flaw can sometimes significantly lower someone's overall level of happiness. |
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