Unity

Unity.  For years, in history classes and in political campaign ads, every American child and adult is subjected to the phrase "United we stand, divided we fall." It's meaninful, it bonds, in certain situations, it rallies as a battle cry, it can be used in sobriety and grief, it represents the core of true American values.  But, and yes, there is a but, if we view the phrase, or more specifically, the idea behind the phrase, in a  purely scientific viewpoint, we get a different message.  If we study the "chaos theory" view on evolution and extinction, we learn that large groups tend to evolve more slowly and tend towards mendacity more often than small groups, which, in the long run, adapt more successfully and more ably than their larger brethren. Even from a purely miltaristic standpoint, a single platoon has more surgical precision and accuracy than an entire army.  Science and history proves that the individualistic approach of the solitary man or woman can be so much more invigorating and powerful than any group.  But, be that as it may, life could simply not exist without groupings and unity, but at what cost.  We, as individuals, could become a society and generation of isolationists and recluses, relying on humanity's hermit instinct to survive, or we could band as a single mindless mass of simpering fools and meandering "yesmen."  Or, a third, and altogether much more lucrative suggestion, we could join together as a pure civilization of individuality and unsuppressed duality.  We could, and should, reinforce the unpopular ideals of the pariahs of civilization, while at the same time studying and absorbing them in the same way we regard the ideas of long established normality. In conclusion, we must have intelligence and composure mingle with solidarity towards ethical and moralistic practice.  We must establish true equality, true sensuality, and true hope for a better and more beautiful future.  Unity, at its basest form, can only function perferctly without unity.

Pokemon Means A Lot

I love Pokemon cards.  They are so much fun.  There is something intrinsically enjoyable about unwrapping the foil packet and viewing the art that so defined my early childhood.  I've carried that joy into young adulthood (I have spent probably $500 in the past 12 months on Pokemon cards) and continue to collect and play the card and electronic games.  My first Christmas memory is of a Christmas at my grandmother's when I got my first GameBoy Color and Pokemon Yellow version.  Though that was many years ago, recently I have acquired a new copy of Yellow, and have been continuously reliving the defining points of my short life.  It brings me large amounts of profound happiness to have these memories on which to live.  My Pokemon related memories morph into memories of my imaginary stints into the Digital World with my friend Te'Vell, in which we would pretend to be Digimon, protecting the Digiverse from the villians of our choosing.  Which then leads to playing Final Fantasy with my friend Alex, and buying Yu-Gi-Oh from Wal-Mart...  My memories define who I am as an individual, in my tastes and mannerisms, to my passions and interests.  I turn eighteen in slightly more than one month, and I have spent a lot of time dwelling on the history of my life, and it's an interesting tale that unfolds in front of me, filled with troubles (for example, the time I attempted to murder someone at my church camp) and joys (becoming engaged to the woman of my life), and all of it has helped to sculpt the unique individual I am now.  I sincerely hope that everyone experiences the multitude of life's journeys that existence has to offer.  Thank you Earth.

Homecoming?

I miss debate.  Not debate team, which I would've joined, but I can't stand the teacher who runs it, but good, old-fashioned classroom debate.  It doesn't happen anymore.  It left classrooms and the development of the child mind (at least in my experience) before I can remember.  A healthy argument helps stimulate my neuron receptors and propagates my learning experience.  It needs a homecoming.  I want to have a healthy debate over the outcome of a court decision (thank you Mrs. Sutterfield) or of a new school anouncement, something to derail the everyday monotony of school life.  I want to debate and lose.  I want to debate and win.  I want it all back.

Stupidity

I hate my first period teacher.  Not my first period, but my teacher.  I think she is a dumbass.  An idiot.  Stupid.  She doesn't teach, she reads notes I suspect are penned by those more intelligent than her (which could be anything from our principal, to moss on a rock in a creek.)  She indoctrines.  She tries to mold, in her image.  Now, I'm all for a teacher's opinion, as I firmly value the right to express opinion.  But to go so far as to say, "If you don't have school spirit, you must live a miserable life." then that is most assuredly an unfounded opinion, such that, in the past year, I have possibly been the happiest I have ever been, but I have not been infected by any hope or desire to be even remotely affiliated with "school spirit."  I do believe that the aforementioned statement is something that should, and will (by at the very least, me), be dubbed, idiotic. 
FUCK OFF.
Now, I am all for stupid people leading long and productive lives, go at it.  But in a position where their lack of intelligence won't hurt anyone, like a talk show host, or a TV judge, or a garbage collector. Not that I'm saying all garbage collectors are dumb, just that all dumb people should be garbage collectors, kind of like the squares vs. rectangles thing.  But don't expect me to respect you, should you be in a position usually accorded with respect, such as, a police officer, a fire fighter, a doctor, or a teacher.  I will have none.  My number one hated object in the world, is stupidity.  Fuck it.  Fuck those who perpetrate it.  I will not stand to have it forced down my gullet every fucking day of my life.  If you are stupid, I HATE YOU.  You got a problem with it, tell me, I dare you.  I WANT TO BE REFUTED.  I am so angry as I write this, that my hands are shaking.  So guess what, I want to hear your opinion, but if you are my first period teacher, then I only have two words for you:
FUCK OFF!

Niceties

Yesterday, my cousin got married (congrats!!) and it was a very formal occasion.  Now if you know me, you know I don't like to dress for looks, I most definitely will grab a pair of pants and a shirt off my floor if I'm feeling especially tired, but yesterday, I realized looking nice makes me feel nice...  In one fell swoop, my entire outlook on style was changed.  I felt good wearing a button up shirt and tie, with matching shoes and slacks.  Maybe it's just getting older, but a lot of things have changed.  I turn eighteen in a little over a month (holy fuck).  Will I have rights?  Will people treat me differently?  For years I've done basically the same thing.  I play video games, or Pokemon, or Magic, I watch bad TV, read books, and wash, rinse, repeat.  I don't want that to go away, but I do know that things will, and are, going to change.  But I also know that I want to get a suit...it's fun to look dapper.

The end is nigh

If the world were to end in the next week, how would you spend it?
With loved ones?
With drugs?
With sex?
or
Helping?
Caring?
Cherishing?
....I don't know....do you?

Words with Enemies

Today, I got in trouble for using the word retarded, to refer to a group of individuals medically defined as slow, or "retarded." For everyone's benefit here is a definition of retarded:  http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/retarded.  Now, I may not think that words have any negative connotations that you don't allow it.  I don't believe in "politically correct"  because I think it degrades a word's standing in language.  I do admit I crossed a line when I promptly responded with "Screw politically correct!"  and I apologize for blowing up.  But I will stand by my decision to use the word "retarded" and all other words.  I firmly believe that a word only has the power you as an individual are willing to give it.

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