Easing my way back into politics tonight, with two stories I found shocking, and I'm starting to question why I'm shocked by anything these days. First up,
Obama shuts down 73,000 blogs.
I was unaware of this, but last month, the white house attacked several file sharing websites and seized their domain names. Websites like The Pirate Bay(Endorsed with the Zack Mayo Stamp of Approval) and MegaUpload apparently narrowly escaped the wrath of the Intellectual Property Enforcement Agency, which might just be my new least favorite government enforcement agency(Sorry ATF, you'll have to go kill a few more innocent people). Now, the blog website Blogetery was just recently shutdown by the federal government. The owner of the server was strong armed into terminating service for the 73,000. The feds have kept a tight lid on the situation and no one can say why they were terminated beyond that it showed a "history of abuse" taking place on the server(Guilty until proven innocent, I suppose). I would guess that would mean file sharing and infringement of Intellectual Property(IP).
This bothers me for two reasons.
1) The government having the ability to shut down a private freehosting website does not bode well with me. It's very Stalinistic. It reminds me of the tactics of the Iranian government in the recent attempted green revolution(or whatever those crazy Iranians wanted to do). They'd take videos of the beatings and the shootings and post them on youtube and twitter. Soon the Iranian government started shutting down internet access throughout the country. Honestly, before Obama got elected, if you showed me this title "73,000 Blogs Shut Down by Government" I would have sworn it was a story about China. Is this another power we're going to let the executive branch have? Control of the flow of information over the internet. We gave them TV decades ago, mail and telecoms via the Patriot Act, and now the internet? If this doesn't bother you immediately, ask yourself, what's next? Seriously, this sets a HUGE precedent. I don't mean to sound like a stupid right winger conspiracy nut here, but who's to say the Obama can't make a call and have the servers for FOX's websites crash a week before elections in November. Whose to say my account on this website won't be terminated because I've spoken out against my government. "That's impossible." "That'll never happen, it will never come to that." Oh yeah? I think we took the first step today. They didn't shut down the blogs of those people, they silenced them.
2) "Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech"
IP is a very, very tricky issue. Sure I want the artists to be able to make a living. But at the same time, all my music may or may not be downloaded from file sharing websites and I simply buy the albums of artists I hold dear to my heart like Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters. If I were a representative in our democracy, I would not make policy based off this, but I believe that file sharing is a freedom, a form of speech, and that it is protected by the 1st amendment. I don't receive campaign donations, so it's easy for me to say that.
Side Note: I spoke to an IP lawyer when I was in London. He was a bright guy and he told me he paid for all of his music. He told me a story about a case where a single mother downloaded a few kids movies to show her children on a car ride. She was caught and prosecuted. Found guilty and fined $250,000. The mother's yearly salary was below the poverty level. She'd have to work years just to pay the fine, not to mention raise her kids and feed them and herself. It just makes me wonder, the crime for stealing those movies from a store would probably be a slap on the wrist. Worst comes to worst, a small fine, maybe a few courses to go through. Why is the punishment for file sharing exponentially larger than the punishment for stealing a hard copy of the file?
Second Story,
Journolist: Liberal Journalists conspire to defend Obama and smear dissenters.
I'll give you the link here http://dailycaller.com/2010/07/20/documents-show-media-plotting-to-kill-stories-about-rev-jeremiah-wright/ and if you're too lazy, the title will suffice.
Yes, a group of like minded liberal journalists(from Time, Politico, the Huffington Post, the Baltimore Sun, the Guardian, Salon and the New Republic to name a few) proposed plans to smear critics of Obama, going so far as to use allegations of racism to discredit them.
Now, let's pause for a moment. I was on my high school newspaper, I've studied the subject, I appreciate what journalism does for a democracy, and I am generally knowledgeable on the topic. I am not one who subscribes to the notion of there being a radical mainstream media controlled by liberals that's out to get us all. I hate when people on the right say that because I think that even if they have a valid point, it discredits them immediately to anyone on the left listening. After years of watching various networks(mostly CNN) and thinking for myself, I have gone back to watching FOX news. People seem to forget that MSNBC is at least as far to the left as FOX is to the right. CNN used to be in the center/left but now it's simply irrelevant(I miss you Lou Dobbs). I don't do this because "those guys in the mainstream media are lying" or "the libs control all the other news channels." I do it because FOX makes me aware of stories I want to be aware of (Like Obama shutting down blogs) and because my blood pressure cannot handle the continuous stream of yelling caused by the nonsense spewed to me on other news networks, while I only yell at FOX very often.
LONG STORY SHORT, I'm a little disappointed to find that these journalists were doing that(or to even know of it and not raise a flag at the matter). They take an oath to be fair, to be open, to promote truth and to do lots of other ideal things like that, and these journalists did not do that. My subscription to TIME was ended recently and now I'm glad of it. I could hardly stand the prattle of it's columnists any longer(the photojournalism is worth the subscription alone though). I know there are slants out there, I've always thought they weren't a big deal and chosen to accept them as a fact of life and ignore them. To see in cold hard print that these journalists literally conspired to smear critics of Obama softens me up to the notion that "the mainstream media is controlled by liberals," and I thought I'd never come to that state of mind.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Happy LeBronukkah, Bitches.
So being that I live in South Florida and I have a blog, I have to write about LeBron. I don't really know what to say. I have no legitimate predictions to make. I have very little knowledge of basketball outside of playing pickup and playing NBA and NCAA games with my brother growing up. My favorite sports movie IS Hoosiers though. I can barely name the positions on a basketball team(Forward, Power Forward, Guard, Pointguard, and Center?). I've been to one Heat game in my life, Wade and Shaq were out that day. I couldn't have told you what team Bosh played for a month ago. I did watch Shaq when he signed with the Heat, and I watched the playoff run the year the heat won the championship. I can't remember the specific year the Heat won the championship. I still call Kobe a rapist. I also yell "Kobe" when I'm shooting projectiles into a garbage can. I like Steve Nash. My best moment in basketball was a block on my brothers roommate in a pickup game at Leach in Tallahassee. These are my credentials on the topic of basketball.
That being said, suck on LeBron James' massive penis all the rest of you 49 and 1/2 states. South Florida is better than all of you at basketball. My left nut and a water skiing squirrel could suit up for the 4th and 5th spot on that roster and that team would still have a legitimate shot at winning, assuming my left nut doesn't get into foul trouble early. I'm going to go make a new ps3 gamertag called Heat_Fan1990(FlaboyantHomo is getting old) and go buy the next NBA game that comes out and I will play as the Heat every fucking game. I'm going to watch Heat games now, not just the one on Christmas. I'm going to buy Heat apparel. I will get on the bandwagon, and then I will put a Fathead of Wade and Bosh the sides while I make love to the LeBron one. I will go get three fish and name them Wade, Bosh, and LeBron. I won't feed one if it scores under 25 points a game. I'm going to go pay 170 dollars for a LeBron jersey first chance I get. I'm going to go to more than one game this season. I will pay the 99 dollars for a medium soda and popcorn and I will not bitch about it. I will get "Taking my talents to South Beach" tattooed on my lower back. I will laugh in the face of New Englanders and New Yorkers when they hate on the Heat. I will support LeBron/Wade/Bosh the next time the do something illegal or immoral publicly. I will make my friends come over to watch Heat games, even though we all hate basketball. I will make absurd comparisons about LeBron and Jordan even though I don't remember watching Jordan play growing up, but I could probably quote most of Space Jam. I will talk to random strangers wearing Heat apparel and say things like "Go Heat" or "Pat Riley is God" to which they will reply "I can't hear you, I'm mowing your lawn." or "Amen." I will write poetry about the Three Kings of Miami, and then go to games and burn it in my seat because it does not compare to the art I'm witnessing before me. I will update my status about bad calls in Heat games, even though I know no one cares. Similar to getting American citizenship because my mother illegally crossed the border to have me born here, I will be the son of a man from Kansas City, Missouri and a woman from Detroit, Michigan, and I will be a fan of the greatest dynasty in basketball history, I will be a MIAMI HEAT FAN!!!! SUCK MY BALLS FANS OF OTHER TEAMS, SUCK MY BALLS!
That being said, suck on LeBron James' massive penis all the rest of you 49 and 1/2 states. South Florida is better than all of you at basketball. My left nut and a water skiing squirrel could suit up for the 4th and 5th spot on that roster and that team would still have a legitimate shot at winning, assuming my left nut doesn't get into foul trouble early. I'm going to go make a new ps3 gamertag called Heat_Fan1990(FlaboyantHomo is getting old) and go buy the next NBA game that comes out and I will play as the Heat every fucking game. I'm going to watch Heat games now, not just the one on Christmas. I'm going to buy Heat apparel. I will get on the bandwagon, and then I will put a Fathead of Wade and Bosh the sides while I make love to the LeBron one. I will go get three fish and name them Wade, Bosh, and LeBron. I won't feed one if it scores under 25 points a game. I'm going to go pay 170 dollars for a LeBron jersey first chance I get. I'm going to go to more than one game this season. I will pay the 99 dollars for a medium soda and popcorn and I will not bitch about it. I will get "Taking my talents to South Beach" tattooed on my lower back. I will laugh in the face of New Englanders and New Yorkers when they hate on the Heat. I will support LeBron/Wade/Bosh the next time the do something illegal or immoral publicly. I will make my friends come over to watch Heat games, even though we all hate basketball. I will make absurd comparisons about LeBron and Jordan even though I don't remember watching Jordan play growing up, but I could probably quote most of Space Jam. I will talk to random strangers wearing Heat apparel and say things like "Go Heat" or "Pat Riley is God" to which they will reply "I can't hear you, I'm mowing your lawn." or "Amen." I will write poetry about the Three Kings of Miami, and then go to games and burn it in my seat because it does not compare to the art I'm witnessing before me. I will update my status about bad calls in Heat games, even though I know no one cares. Similar to getting American citizenship because my mother illegally crossed the border to have me born here, I will be the son of a man from Kansas City, Missouri and a woman from Detroit, Michigan, and I will be a fan of the greatest dynasty in basketball history, I will be a MIAMI HEAT FAN!!!! SUCK MY BALLS FANS OF OTHER TEAMS, SUCK MY BALLS!
Monday, May 31, 2010
"For God's sake, what'd they do now???"
I was really trying to have a good time over here in Ireland. I really was. I wasn't gonna blog about it until I got back and did a super mega recap package. But of course, my plan was foiled by Jews. Like most of them are.
I've got nothing against Jews. I just happen to enjoy Anti-Semitic Mondays a little more than everyone else. Or so I thought until now.
I was walking through Galway last night and throughout the city, there were Free Palestine: End the Occupation stickers all over the place. It was a little refreshing to see, considering if you put one of those on a sign in my hometown of Boca Raton, you'd be hanged. Which is sad because there are like 4-5 stop signs that have "Gays" written under them so it reads Stop Gays. Which is quite clever. And wrong etc. etc.
Anyways, I wake up this morning, find my internet is not working, and decide to go on Facebook via mobile. Which I'm guessing costs a LOT of money to do abroad. Anyways, a post from a buddy tells me Israel did some shit. So I frantically hit and yell at the tv in the common room until it turns on. On goes SKY News and here comes my 15 minute update on all the UK's latest news! The image is straight out of Call of Stonking Duty.
An Israeli combatant repels down a rope from a helicopter in the high seas at night. He stumbles as he falls, and a Turkish man grabs for his rifle. More men repel. More fighting continues. The image shows an Israeli gunbutting a Turkish guy in the face. My jaw is on the floor. The title reads "19 KILLED IN ISRAELI AID SHIP RAID IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS"
I mean, I thought the assassination of the top Hamas official in Dubai a few months back was the coolest thing I've ever seen happen in real life, it was literally straight out of a Bond movie.
BUT THIS?!?
I really ought to stop paying the Jews over at Muvico, I can just watch clips of Israeli commandos and spies on the news all day. These guys are going to put MGM out of business! Well, more out of business anyways...
But the story gets more intense.
All around the world, Israeli diplomats were cast out of countries because of the illegal passport usage by Netanyahu and his Mossad boys. Ireland, although offended by the incident(the assassins used Irish passports among other countries) didn't expel the Israeli minister in the country. But as they say, the games changed lads!
Six of the people on the boat raided by the Jew commandos were Irish citizens. And they're being imprisoned. And since the raid took place in international waters, I'd guess those citizens are being imprisoned illegally. There were protests across the country here. Cheers to them hopefully not being tortured!
Now it should be fair to mention the other side of the story. The ship was Turkish, filled with mostly Turks. The ship was trying to run the blockade, claiming they were bringing aid to Gaza. The Israelis said they offered to have the aid distributed through themselves or Egypt. Most ships stopped, but one Turkish ship continued ahead. Israeli officials say they were related to Hamas and that this was just a PR event and that Hamas are terrorists and regularly smuggle weapons. They stated that the people on the ship attacked the commandos and that they had weapons. The first comment out of Adrien's mouth this morning upon hearing the news was "They better fucking smuggle some weapons on the ship and say they found them..." I'll only go so far as to say we'll probably never know the truth.
So, let's accept that this was all probably set up by the Turks on the ship. Was it really the best idea to drop commandos into the angry crowd on a small deck of a ship? Couldn't you shoot a few rounds near the boat to scare them off? I've seen that done with drug dealers in their boats and it works pretty good. I've seen Somali pirates get scared off by a few rounds of fire. Surely they would've stopped the ship at that point. Why not arrest them the moment they get into harbor? That's pretty peaceful and at least a diplomatically sound resolution. Why such heavy handed tactics?
Tonight on the little Irish news channel I was watching, the panel of journalists and commentators were angry but showed a sense of realism about the situation you don't get in America. "Until the US stops supporting them, they'll continue to do whatever they want." "This'll be an issue for a few weeks or a few months and then what? Nothing ever changes with Israel." "This seems to be the only form of diplomacy Israel knows." "It's stuff like this that breeds new generations of hate."
These are the kind of comments I say on a regular basis. Say that on CNN and you're called anti-Semitic. You're called unpatriotic. You're told you support terrorism and Islamic radicalism.
In reality, I just don't support commandos with assault rifles repelling onto aid ships in the middle of the night and shooting unarmed civilians anywhere outside of video games.
I've got nothing against Jews. I just happen to enjoy Anti-Semitic Mondays a little more than everyone else. Or so I thought until now.
I was walking through Galway last night and throughout the city, there were Free Palestine: End the Occupation stickers all over the place. It was a little refreshing to see, considering if you put one of those on a sign in my hometown of Boca Raton, you'd be hanged. Which is sad because there are like 4-5 stop signs that have "Gays" written under them so it reads Stop Gays. Which is quite clever. And wrong etc. etc.
Anyways, I wake up this morning, find my internet is not working, and decide to go on Facebook via mobile. Which I'm guessing costs a LOT of money to do abroad. Anyways, a post from a buddy tells me Israel did some shit. So I frantically hit and yell at the tv in the common room until it turns on. On goes SKY News and here comes my 15 minute update on all the UK's latest news! The image is straight out of Call of Stonking Duty.
An Israeli combatant repels down a rope from a helicopter in the high seas at night. He stumbles as he falls, and a Turkish man grabs for his rifle. More men repel. More fighting continues. The image shows an Israeli gunbutting a Turkish guy in the face. My jaw is on the floor. The title reads "19 KILLED IN ISRAELI AID SHIP RAID IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS"
I mean, I thought the assassination of the top Hamas official in Dubai a few months back was the coolest thing I've ever seen happen in real life, it was literally straight out of a Bond movie.
BUT THIS?!?
I really ought to stop paying the Jews over at Muvico, I can just watch clips of Israeli commandos and spies on the news all day. These guys are going to put MGM out of business! Well, more out of business anyways...
But the story gets more intense.
All around the world, Israeli diplomats were cast out of countries because of the illegal passport usage by Netanyahu and his Mossad boys. Ireland, although offended by the incident(the assassins used Irish passports among other countries) didn't expel the Israeli minister in the country. But as they say, the games changed lads!
Six of the people on the boat raided by the Jew commandos were Irish citizens. And they're being imprisoned. And since the raid took place in international waters, I'd guess those citizens are being imprisoned illegally. There were protests across the country here. Cheers to them hopefully not being tortured!
Now it should be fair to mention the other side of the story. The ship was Turkish, filled with mostly Turks. The ship was trying to run the blockade, claiming they were bringing aid to Gaza. The Israelis said they offered to have the aid distributed through themselves or Egypt. Most ships stopped, but one Turkish ship continued ahead. Israeli officials say they were related to Hamas and that this was just a PR event and that Hamas are terrorists and regularly smuggle weapons. They stated that the people on the ship attacked the commandos and that they had weapons. The first comment out of Adrien's mouth this morning upon hearing the news was "They better fucking smuggle some weapons on the ship and say they found them..." I'll only go so far as to say we'll probably never know the truth.
So, let's accept that this was all probably set up by the Turks on the ship. Was it really the best idea to drop commandos into the angry crowd on a small deck of a ship? Couldn't you shoot a few rounds near the boat to scare them off? I've seen that done with drug dealers in their boats and it works pretty good. I've seen Somali pirates get scared off by a few rounds of fire. Surely they would've stopped the ship at that point. Why not arrest them the moment they get into harbor? That's pretty peaceful and at least a diplomatically sound resolution. Why such heavy handed tactics?
Tonight on the little Irish news channel I was watching, the panel of journalists and commentators were angry but showed a sense of realism about the situation you don't get in America. "Until the US stops supporting them, they'll continue to do whatever they want." "This'll be an issue for a few weeks or a few months and then what? Nothing ever changes with Israel." "This seems to be the only form of diplomacy Israel knows." "It's stuff like this that breeds new generations of hate."
These are the kind of comments I say on a regular basis. Say that on CNN and you're called anti-Semitic. You're called unpatriotic. You're told you support terrorism and Islamic radicalism.
In reality, I just don't support commandos with assault rifles repelling onto aid ships in the middle of the night and shooting unarmed civilians anywhere outside of video games.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
A letter to Obama
Dear Mr. President,
I may be an outstanding critic of your policies, but I would like to bring only one important issue facing all Americans to your attention. You see, MGM studio has indefinitely suspended the 3rd Daniel Craig James Bond film due to a lack of capital and crippling debt. As you may or may not know, I have a tremendous man crush on Daniel Craig. He's amazing. Did you see Quantum of Solace Mr. President? He was totally badass.
Now, if you're willing to trample over the US Constitution to save terribly run corporations like Chrysler and GM, I think you have a duty to the taxpayers to give taxpayer money to MGM. You gave GM almost 50 billion dollars, 6.7 billion of that in cash at 7% interest. GM then took the 13 billion dollars you gave them in "working capital" and used that to pay off the 6.7 billion dollar cash loan. Then GM ran a bunch of advertisements saying they paid off their loan, when actuality, they only paid off $6.7 billion of their government loan with $13 billion of government money. Not only that, but they applied for $10 billion dollars in loans from the Department of Energy to meet new CAFE standards for their plants at 5% interest. All they did was switch from a 7% interest loan to a 5% interest loan! (Thanks to Reason Magazine for this information)
So, Mr. President, if you're willing to give billions to GM and Chrysler, I'd like to see a mere $3.7 billion dollars of taxpayer money go to MGM so they can pay off their debt and make a new Bond movie. Everyone loves Bond movies! Bond movies are the highest grossing film series of all time, and the two Daniel Craig films have made over $600 million each. Imagine if the 23rd film on the 50th anniversary of the series, came out all thanks to you Mr. President. The everyday hardworking lower-middle class taxpayer would love you even more! Unless the movie was bad. So if you do bailout MGM to make a new a Bond movie, you can chill on the set and yell action and stuff, but please don't let any figure of government make any changes to the movie!
Sincerely Yours,
Zachary Albian Mayo
Boca Raton, Florida
(P.S. I'll vote democrat for the rest of my life if you do this.)
I may be an outstanding critic of your policies, but I would like to bring only one important issue facing all Americans to your attention. You see, MGM studio has indefinitely suspended the 3rd Daniel Craig James Bond film due to a lack of capital and crippling debt. As you may or may not know, I have a tremendous man crush on Daniel Craig. He's amazing. Did you see Quantum of Solace Mr. President? He was totally badass.
Now, if you're willing to trample over the US Constitution to save terribly run corporations like Chrysler and GM, I think you have a duty to the taxpayers to give taxpayer money to MGM. You gave GM almost 50 billion dollars, 6.7 billion of that in cash at 7% interest. GM then took the 13 billion dollars you gave them in "working capital" and used that to pay off the 6.7 billion dollar cash loan. Then GM ran a bunch of advertisements saying they paid off their loan, when actuality, they only paid off $6.7 billion of their government loan with $13 billion of government money. Not only that, but they applied for $10 billion dollars in loans from the Department of Energy to meet new CAFE standards for their plants at 5% interest. All they did was switch from a 7% interest loan to a 5% interest loan! (Thanks to Reason Magazine for this information)
So, Mr. President, if you're willing to give billions to GM and Chrysler, I'd like to see a mere $3.7 billion dollars of taxpayer money go to MGM so they can pay off their debt and make a new Bond movie. Everyone loves Bond movies! Bond movies are the highest grossing film series of all time, and the two Daniel Craig films have made over $600 million each. Imagine if the 23rd film on the 50th anniversary of the series, came out all thanks to you Mr. President. The everyday hardworking lower-middle class taxpayer would love you even more! Unless the movie was bad. So if you do bailout MGM to make a new a Bond movie, you can chill on the set and yell action and stuff, but please don't let any figure of government make any changes to the movie!
Sincerely Yours,
Zachary Albian Mayo
Boca Raton, Florida
(P.S. I'll vote democrat for the rest of my life if you do this.)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wtf Democracy!?!
Yesterday was the special election for the Florida District 19 seat in Congress. It was also my first chance to vote. I was pretty god damned excited to vote, because I missed the presidential election in 08 by just a few months which made me cry because I'm more politically aware than most congressmen in this country. That's outlandish...
Anyways, I awoke Tuesday to my alarm telling me to go to class. I promptly decided to skip Astronomy and drive west to go vote. I stopped by my moms, picked her up, and we were off to Waters Edge Elementary(I went to kindergarden there!). We walked in and there were some pollworkers just sitting around and I quickly said a prayer to jesus that these people weren't paid from my tax dollars. I signed a thingy and got my ballot. Basically, it had three names...fuck it, here's a diagram-ish
Lynch = >
McCormmick = >
Deutch = >
You fill the space inbetween the arrow side and the equals side next to the name you wanted and vioula, you picked your guy.
Now my mother had told me that Ted Deutch is "worse than the devil himself," "he only talks about taxes, tax tax tax," "I'd sooner vote for death than Ted Deutch," "he's worse than Obama."
The idea that someone is worse than Obama in my mothers eyes is kinda like saying someone is more gay than Richard Simmons...it's just incomprehensible.
Ted Deutch is a statist boy lover who kicks babies and speeds through school zones for pleasure, that's all I'm saying. He also said that he sold his daughter into slavery to repent for being born wealthy and that he thinks black people are inferior and should therefore be tested and judged in the workplace and in schools on a different scale than white people. He also said that The Phantom Menace was his favorite starwars movie and that Clint Eastwood sucks. I'm just asking the tough questions here Mo Mo. ///// He also has a terroist fetish and openly supports Al Qaeda. And, this one time, he shit on his wife's stomach, and then made his other four wives eat it off her. I drew a presentation on this chalk board, see 8====>. Ted Deutch also burns books because he think only white people can read and that it's not fair. I'm so tired of being right all the time but while these communists are in charge I'm the only one who can save this country.
Anyways, I awoke Tuesday to my alarm telling me to go to class. I promptly decided to skip Astronomy and drive west to go vote. I stopped by my moms, picked her up, and we were off to Waters Edge Elementary(I went to kindergarden there!). We walked in and there were some pollworkers just sitting around and I quickly said a prayer to jesus that these people weren't paid from my tax dollars. I signed a thingy and got my ballot. Basically, it had three names...fuck it, here's a diagram-ish
Lynch = >
McCormmick = >
Deutch = >
You fill the space inbetween the arrow side and the equals side next to the name you wanted and vioula, you picked your guy.
Now my mother had told me that Ted Deutch is "worse than the devil himself," "he only talks about taxes, tax tax tax," "I'd sooner vote for death than Ted Deutch," "he's worse than Obama."
The idea that someone is worse than Obama in my mothers eyes is kinda like saying someone is more gay than Richard Simmons...it's just incomprehensible.
Anyways, the other two guys were Lynch and McCormick. Now Jim McCormick lives about 3 minutes from my house and has lived there forever. He puts up these amazing christmas light decorations every year that my dad used to take the family to. When I had a family. Anyways, McCormick was running as an independent, which gives him points in my book. However, I looked up his policy bio on his website and it was pretty much word for word the same as Lynch's. So unfortunately I came to the conclusion that I had to vote for Lynch because he was a Republican and we live in a 1.5 party system where there's no difference between the parties(I.E. they both spend absurd amounts of my money, be it welfare or war, and corporatism runs rampant).
So I voted for Lynch. I got my little sticker saying I voted, and I was all smiles. I yelled at my friend Mohammed(Go to bottom of page for my comments to Mo Mo about Ted Deutch) for being a liberal and then bet him 5 dollars my guy would win. In hindsight, that was a very stupid bet, this is south fucking Florida. But I had faith and what better way to show your faith in something than to put money on that thing succeeding.
Only...I wake up this morning and Ted Deutch won the election. With like, 62% of the vote. What the fuck is that! Don't they know this man is evil? I hate you old people! Fuck, go get a job or something! Quit relying on baby boomers to pay for you to live. Commit seppuku for christ's sake. WW2 is over and communism is dead, we don't need you anymore.
Anyways, I've learned a valuable lesson, Democracy is only fun when your side wins. It makes me wish we had proportional representation here in the US. However, the good news is, we get to vote for the same seat again this november, so maybe a miracle will happen. In the meantime, I'll just watch Glenn Beck. FUCK YOU OLD PEOPLE IN SOUTH FLORIDA! GO DIE!
A side note, I haven't had my own computer in like three months and counting, so sorry for the lack of posts.
Here's what I said about Ted Deutch to Mo Mo:
Ted Deutch is a statist boy lover who kicks babies and speeds through school zones for pleasure, that's all I'm saying. He also said that he sold his daughter into slavery to repent for being born wealthy and that he thinks black people are inferior and should therefore be tested and judged in the workplace and in schools on a different scale than white people. He also said that The Phantom Menace was his favorite starwars movie and that Clint Eastwood sucks. I'm just asking the tough questions here Mo Mo. ///// He also has a terroist fetish and openly supports Al Qaeda. And, this one time, he shit on his wife's stomach, and then made his other four wives eat it off her. I drew a presentation on this chalk board, see 8====>. Ted Deutch also burns books because he think only white people can read and that it's not fair. I'm so tired of being right all the time but while these communists are in charge I'm the only one who can save this country.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Art of Being Happy.
I'm jumping straight into writing before I lose my train of thought, I'll discuss lack of recent writing another time. Here we go...
Anyone who has spent time with me that past few weeks knows that it's been relatively crappy. The news of Brad, a series of poor grades on tests I had taken, and concern over issues my friends were facing were serious problems I was facing. I've always had to deal with problems in my life, but I deal with them much differently than even say, a year ago. I still mope, I still bitch to anyone within earshot, but the essential difference is that I no longer dread the coming of the next day, something I have done since I can remember. The fear of what's to come and the failures that might await me if I were to confront the world absolutely terrified me to the point where I'd do anything to escape it.
Today, I welcome the coming day, because it gives me the opportunity to succeed where I might have failed the day previously. For example, I mentioned I did poorly on a series of tests. The first instance was an Earth Science test I studied pretty rigorously for, yet not 20 minutes before I left to take the test, I found out about Brad's death. It was under those unfortunate circumstances that I took the test, and I finished an hour long test in about 10 minutes. I got a 77. I had gotten a 100 on the previous test so this was a big let down for me. That weekend I bummed around while my brother was down and didn't get much done. I knew I had a math test the following week and it was written down on my calender for Thursday. Unfortunately the test was Tuesday, I had written the date wrong, and showed up unprepared. I got a 75. Those were my two worst test grades so far in college, and I was very depressed about the matter. But not once did I begin to dread class this week. I was very anxious to get back, because I had a test today in Astronomy. I got an 83.
The reason I bring this extended example up, is because I knew I would feel happy after I did well(83 isn't spectacular, but it's Astronomy so I'm pleased) on a test. And the reason why happiness is the topic of this post today is because I read something that disturbed me. It was a status on Facebook saying "Happiness is due to forgetting about the world's woes, and being forgotten by the world." Another lad said that "happiness is nothing more than an illusion created by being oblivious to the world around us."
About two years ago, I would've said that these were kids that really understood the way things are, I agree with them 100%. But I've come to learn they're wrong. Very wrong. There is happiness on this earth. You must work for it, you must earn it. It is definitely not a right, not something to be given to you if you're lucky. Happiness is something you can make for yourself. In fact, to be happy, you must embrace the world around you. I make happiness for myself by doing the best at everything I can, and enjoying the rewards. Do right by your friends and be there for them, and they will be great companions and you will have great times. Maintain a somewhat orderly lifestyle and you will be able to enjoy a life with less worry. Try hard in your studies and you will be rewarded with the options of a future of your choosing, of your liking. I failed to do this, and my options were severely limited, to work minimum wage for the rest of my life or community college. At the time of my deciding I was angry, bitter, and very depressed. Now I'm thankful for even being given the option of community college, it's something I barely worked for and hardly deserved.
I can assure any person who reads this. You will not be happy by sitting around and doing the very least you can to get by. It's a vicious cycle where nothing good happens to you, and you begin to seek nothing good in life. That's where these views come from. I've always been a pessimistic asshole, and that will never change at heart, but when people tell you that you have to work hard, you have to apply yourself, you have to blah blah blah we've all heard it, there is something to this statement. For some reason or another, some of us fail to see it. But it's true. I find myself fulfilled every time I complete a task around the house, finish a paper, get a 5:1 kill/death ratio in MW2, help a friend, learn a new thing, but most importantly, challenge an authority. That is what makes me happy. Arguing my case before someone that I am right and they are wrong, and here's irrefutable evidence and reason as to why(which seems to be an activity an optimist would enjoy, not a pessimist, so maybe I'm wrong about myself). That's what I enjoy doing, and that's why some of my best friends are idiot liberals.
So, my message and reason for writing this is to 1) talk about me and 2) help show troubled people that happiness is really right in front of them, available to them(and everyone in a free society), and achievable only through action and a desire to do well. If you don't possess a desire to do well, consider the long term consequences of never finding one, and then begin!
Anyone who has spent time with me that past few weeks knows that it's been relatively crappy. The news of Brad, a series of poor grades on tests I had taken, and concern over issues my friends were facing were serious problems I was facing. I've always had to deal with problems in my life, but I deal with them much differently than even say, a year ago. I still mope, I still bitch to anyone within earshot, but the essential difference is that I no longer dread the coming of the next day, something I have done since I can remember. The fear of what's to come and the failures that might await me if I were to confront the world absolutely terrified me to the point where I'd do anything to escape it.
Today, I welcome the coming day, because it gives me the opportunity to succeed where I might have failed the day previously. For example, I mentioned I did poorly on a series of tests. The first instance was an Earth Science test I studied pretty rigorously for, yet not 20 minutes before I left to take the test, I found out about Brad's death. It was under those unfortunate circumstances that I took the test, and I finished an hour long test in about 10 minutes. I got a 77. I had gotten a 100 on the previous test so this was a big let down for me. That weekend I bummed around while my brother was down and didn't get much done. I knew I had a math test the following week and it was written down on my calender for Thursday. Unfortunately the test was Tuesday, I had written the date wrong, and showed up unprepared. I got a 75. Those were my two worst test grades so far in college, and I was very depressed about the matter. But not once did I begin to dread class this week. I was very anxious to get back, because I had a test today in Astronomy. I got an 83.
The reason I bring this extended example up, is because I knew I would feel happy after I did well(83 isn't spectacular, but it's Astronomy so I'm pleased) on a test. And the reason why happiness is the topic of this post today is because I read something that disturbed me. It was a status on Facebook saying "Happiness is due to forgetting about the world's woes, and being forgotten by the world." Another lad said that "happiness is nothing more than an illusion created by being oblivious to the world around us."
About two years ago, I would've said that these were kids that really understood the way things are, I agree with them 100%. But I've come to learn they're wrong. Very wrong. There is happiness on this earth. You must work for it, you must earn it. It is definitely not a right, not something to be given to you if you're lucky. Happiness is something you can make for yourself. In fact, to be happy, you must embrace the world around you. I make happiness for myself by doing the best at everything I can, and enjoying the rewards. Do right by your friends and be there for them, and they will be great companions and you will have great times. Maintain a somewhat orderly lifestyle and you will be able to enjoy a life with less worry. Try hard in your studies and you will be rewarded with the options of a future of your choosing, of your liking. I failed to do this, and my options were severely limited, to work minimum wage for the rest of my life or community college. At the time of my deciding I was angry, bitter, and very depressed. Now I'm thankful for even being given the option of community college, it's something I barely worked for and hardly deserved.
I can assure any person who reads this. You will not be happy by sitting around and doing the very least you can to get by. It's a vicious cycle where nothing good happens to you, and you begin to seek nothing good in life. That's where these views come from. I've always been a pessimistic asshole, and that will never change at heart, but when people tell you that you have to work hard, you have to apply yourself, you have to blah blah blah we've all heard it, there is something to this statement. For some reason or another, some of us fail to see it. But it's true. I find myself fulfilled every time I complete a task around the house, finish a paper, get a 5:1 kill/death ratio in MW2, help a friend, learn a new thing, but most importantly, challenge an authority. That is what makes me happy. Arguing my case before someone that I am right and they are wrong, and here's irrefutable evidence and reason as to why(which seems to be an activity an optimist would enjoy, not a pessimist, so maybe I'm wrong about myself). That's what I enjoy doing, and that's why some of my best friends are idiot liberals.
So, my message and reason for writing this is to 1) talk about me and 2) help show troubled people that happiness is really right in front of them, available to them(and everyone in a free society), and achievable only through action and a desire to do well. If you don't possess a desire to do well, consider the long term consequences of never finding one, and then begin!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The Super Awesome Post
Ok so it's been going on a month or so since the last post and I sincerely apologize. I stopped writing about the time I started studying for finals(3.75 GPA first semester!), I just started adding on other projects to accomplish, so I'm compensating for my neglect with The Super Awesome Post. I'm going to make this post as super awesome as possible. Here's a bunch of stories condensed and fitted for your screen.
EVERYONE turned 18 this December(except sean, and me, turning 19) so all of us decided to go to the casino to enjoy our new found right to gamble. I have no idea where Milutin was at this point. Anyways! We go to the hardrock in Hollywood and we play the slots. I made 10 dollars right away. Jason was out a 40 spot early. Then we got kicked off the floor because you have to be 21 to play the slots. So we hit up the hardrock cafe. I got a huge steak, I dropped close to fitty on the meal with tip. We went to sit down to play poker but we couldn't all get on the same table. So instead of just admitting defeat, we go to another casino! Seminole Coconut Creek. I sat down first at a limit 1-2 table, and the guys slowly joined as people left. The buy in was 50 bucks. Kris left with about half his money, being the wisest of us, Jason left with nothing(he was out a hundo+ for the night easy), and I was down about 10-20 dollars(+a very nice steak) after I won a big hand right before I was about to leave. Matt, on the other hand, played just about every hand, and went up big on a hand after he won. My brother was sitting at the table, for reasons I'm not quite sure(he went to a panther game that night and then went up like 400 bucks playing black jack at the hardrock), and he asked what he won with. "Pair of sevens BRO!" and after that I think we made a gambler out of Matt. He continued to see every flop. We all got up and left, but Matt remained on the table. He wouldn't leave. Finally after about 5 texts and 10 minutes, he abandoned his new found gambling addiction a few bucks down and we cashed in and left. Afterwards we went to my place and drank the night away. Milutin(who made it for the drinking aspect of this night) ended up in my bed and I was unable to sleep, so I took a bath and read Atlas Shrugged, then drove to the apartment. My mom the next morning was pissed I drove after drinking, and I simply proclaimed, "I don't care how piss wasted you are, after two hours of reading that book, you're sober as hell."
I recently had a dream that the fabled Heineken Heinekeg(that I stole from Ashley Bray) was stolen, and I had to go on an adventure with Ashley to get it back. All she did was bitch the entire trip and complain about how dumb I was. Of course, I was awoken early in the morning in pain with an actual migrane from all the bitching. I crawled across the floor to ensure the Heinkeg was safe and then returned to bed to try to sleep in agony.
Another dream of note was getting attacked by ZOMBIE JUGGERNAUTS. For those of you who don't play CoD, zombies you're already familiar with but Juggernauts you may not be. Juggernauts are this big fucking guys with every inch of the body covered with lots and lots of body armor. Like Jedi, Sharingan possessors, or clones of Dick Cheney, it's very tough to kill one, and damn near impossible to kill a group. In CoD: World at War, you can fight Nazi Zombies. That's hard enough. In CoD: Modern Warfare 2, you fight Russian Juggernauts. That's a pain in the ass. In my sick twisted fucking mind, I fight ZOMBIE JUGGERNAUTS. It was terrible. I had two desert eagles, and I was in a small confined series of rooms(the Pentagon?), and they just started attacking me. I'd empty entire clips into their heads and they wouldn't go down. I just remember having the guns knocked out of my hands before I woke up. I grabbed my phone and texted Kris telling him to come hold me.
Over break I read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and it has affected me in so many ways I could, should, and want to write a book about it, but this is one instance worth noting. After reading it, what little faith remained in my being was in jeopardy. I kind of put my catholic faith to the side and decided not to think about it. I've always been at odds with belief in God and although I envy those who do believe, I cannot do it myself. I found my footing recently when I saw a status online saying "If man's life is ruled solely by reason, all life is lost" or something along those lines. Reading this I immediately thought "Here is the enemy!" and posted a retort in defense of reason, saying reason is the ONLY thing that should rule a man's life. The lad argued destiny controlled a man's life, to which I replied in short, if a man charges at me with a knife, it's reason that moves me out of the way, not destiny. Unless I choose to get stabbed, which is always my choice. It was then that I realized my comments were deleted. I reposted one and it got deleted again. I thought, did he really just delete my comments? Am I an asshole for challenging his beliefs, or an educator? And then I went on with my day not bothered by my deleted comments because I was right, and reason was defended. I made him think at least. I later texted my friend Justin Karpf that night to tell him I was wrong everytime I defended faith and argued with him for hours on end about it. It was one of the easiest and most difficult things I've ever done. I feel only slight remorse for abandoning Catholicism, because I was baptised a catholic by my grandfathers wishes, and he was a great man. Perhaps it's not totally abandoned, but simply a sham relationship to make people happy. Like a politician.
I recently started playing WoW again, but luckily, tennis is also back in season, so I'm getting more net exercise than before I started playing WoW. WoW is a bit more user friendly these days for noobs like me, and Milly and I are getting better at serving in tennis. Our ball handling skills have gotten better too.
This semester I originally registered for Descriptive Astronomy, AMH from 1865, ENC1102, and Statistics. However, the school screwed me over by giving Dr. Hill(my professor) all AMH to 1865 classes and put me in with some other guy. I loved Dr. Hill so much I decided I’d wait to take him this summer, so I had to register for a new class. I picked Intro to Fiction Writing. The ratings online for the professor were good and they all said he was a hippie. I thought it might be interesting to learn from a hippie. I was very, very, very wrong. I left after about 12 minutes in his class, and vowed to never, ever go back. It was a dreadful experience. I went home that night and dropped the class, and signed up for an Earth Science class on Wednesday nights. The professor is an older black guy(I call him Professor NoSwagger) who has no business teaching an 8th grade science class. I find him more educational than the hippie.
I got a new 46” Sanyo HDTV for Christmas this year. Just thought I’d let you know.
I saw a kid I knew who was a few years older than me and a total idiot in high school that I really didn’t like working at Subway recently. It made me really happy.
Green Bay made it to the playoffs and got knocked out by the Cardinals. But it's ok because Drew Breeees handled the Vikings and Brett lost another NFC championship for his team by throwing a stupid pick. Go Saints!
As some of you may know, I am a total Boss at CoD4: Modern Warfare. Well Modern Warfare 2 came out awhile ago, and the story is cool but its a pretty big and unrealistic leap from the first game which made me sad, because I thought the first one had a spectacular story line. Anyways, I'm not sure if it's because I was such a boss at the first game and I'm struggling to adapt to the new one or if the new game just isn't as good, but I can hardly ever bring myself to play online. I played online the whole first week and then after I set up the new tv and organized all my games, I started playing other stuff(Star Wars: Battlefront 2, still the best game ever). I have almost 25 PS3 games, and about 10 older ps2 games I've found. I also have the N64 and Super Nintendo with every game you could possibly want in stock as well. I owe a belated great thanks to my brother for letting me steal the N64 and Super Nintendo while he's in law school, I hope I get to put them to good use.
Kris and I have been doing the Spec Ops on CoD:MW2 and our goal is to beat every stage on the hardest level by the end of college, whenever that comes. We have about 4 levels left, two of which are insanely difficult. We got this!
I've withdrawn and recalled every cent I have in my bank account and investments to invest it all in Mountain Dew Voltage, because it is absolute GOLD.
Here's a funny picture I doodled on of Serbian tennis player Novak Djokovic being Novak Djokervic. Don't sue me(who am I kidding?)!
EVERYONE turned 18 this December(except sean, and me, turning 19) so all of us decided to go to the casino to enjoy our new found right to gamble. I have no idea where Milutin was at this point. Anyways! We go to the hardrock in Hollywood and we play the slots. I made 10 dollars right away. Jason was out a 40 spot early. Then we got kicked off the floor because you have to be 21 to play the slots. So we hit up the hardrock cafe. I got a huge steak, I dropped close to fitty on the meal with tip. We went to sit down to play poker but we couldn't all get on the same table. So instead of just admitting defeat, we go to another casino! Seminole Coconut Creek. I sat down first at a limit 1-2 table, and the guys slowly joined as people left. The buy in was 50 bucks. Kris left with about half his money, being the wisest of us, Jason left with nothing(he was out a hundo+ for the night easy), and I was down about 10-20 dollars(+a very nice steak) after I won a big hand right before I was about to leave. Matt, on the other hand, played just about every hand, and went up big on a hand after he won. My brother was sitting at the table, for reasons I'm not quite sure(he went to a panther game that night and then went up like 400 bucks playing black jack at the hardrock), and he asked what he won with. "Pair of sevens BRO!" and after that I think we made a gambler out of Matt. He continued to see every flop. We all got up and left, but Matt remained on the table. He wouldn't leave. Finally after about 5 texts and 10 minutes, he abandoned his new found gambling addiction a few bucks down and we cashed in and left. Afterwards we went to my place and drank the night away. Milutin(who made it for the drinking aspect of this night) ended up in my bed and I was unable to sleep, so I took a bath and read Atlas Shrugged, then drove to the apartment. My mom the next morning was pissed I drove after drinking, and I simply proclaimed, "I don't care how piss wasted you are, after two hours of reading that book, you're sober as hell."
I recently had a dream that the fabled Heineken Heinekeg(that I stole from Ashley Bray) was stolen, and I had to go on an adventure with Ashley to get it back. All she did was bitch the entire trip and complain about how dumb I was. Of course, I was awoken early in the morning in pain with an actual migrane from all the bitching. I crawled across the floor to ensure the Heinkeg was safe and then returned to bed to try to sleep in agony.
Another dream of note was getting attacked by ZOMBIE JUGGERNAUTS. For those of you who don't play CoD, zombies you're already familiar with but Juggernauts you may not be. Juggernauts are this big fucking guys with every inch of the body covered with lots and lots of body armor. Like Jedi, Sharingan possessors, or clones of Dick Cheney, it's very tough to kill one, and damn near impossible to kill a group. In CoD: World at War, you can fight Nazi Zombies. That's hard enough. In CoD: Modern Warfare 2, you fight Russian Juggernauts. That's a pain in the ass. In my sick twisted fucking mind, I fight ZOMBIE JUGGERNAUTS. It was terrible. I had two desert eagles, and I was in a small confined series of rooms(the Pentagon?), and they just started attacking me. I'd empty entire clips into their heads and they wouldn't go down. I just remember having the guns knocked out of my hands before I woke up. I grabbed my phone and texted Kris telling him to come hold me.
Over break I read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and it has affected me in so many ways I could, should, and want to write a book about it, but this is one instance worth noting. After reading it, what little faith remained in my being was in jeopardy. I kind of put my catholic faith to the side and decided not to think about it. I've always been at odds with belief in God and although I envy those who do believe, I cannot do it myself. I found my footing recently when I saw a status online saying "If man's life is ruled solely by reason, all life is lost" or something along those lines. Reading this I immediately thought "Here is the enemy!" and posted a retort in defense of reason, saying reason is the ONLY thing that should rule a man's life. The lad argued destiny controlled a man's life, to which I replied in short, if a man charges at me with a knife, it's reason that moves me out of the way, not destiny. Unless I choose to get stabbed, which is always my choice. It was then that I realized my comments were deleted. I reposted one and it got deleted again. I thought, did he really just delete my comments? Am I an asshole for challenging his beliefs, or an educator? And then I went on with my day not bothered by my deleted comments because I was right, and reason was defended. I made him think at least. I later texted my friend Justin Karpf that night to tell him I was wrong everytime I defended faith and argued with him for hours on end about it. It was one of the easiest and most difficult things I've ever done. I feel only slight remorse for abandoning Catholicism, because I was baptised a catholic by my grandfathers wishes, and he was a great man. Perhaps it's not totally abandoned, but simply a sham relationship to make people happy. Like a politician.
I recently started playing WoW again, but luckily, tennis is also back in season, so I'm getting more net exercise than before I started playing WoW. WoW is a bit more user friendly these days for noobs like me, and Milly and I are getting better at serving in tennis. Our ball handling skills have gotten better too.
This semester I originally registered for Descriptive Astronomy, AMH from 1865, ENC1102, and Statistics. However, the school screwed me over by giving Dr. Hill(my professor) all AMH to 1865 classes and put me in with some other guy. I loved Dr. Hill so much I decided I’d wait to take him this summer, so I had to register for a new class. I picked Intro to Fiction Writing. The ratings online for the professor were good and they all said he was a hippie. I thought it might be interesting to learn from a hippie. I was very, very, very wrong. I left after about 12 minutes in his class, and vowed to never, ever go back. It was a dreadful experience. I went home that night and dropped the class, and signed up for an Earth Science class on Wednesday nights. The professor is an older black guy(I call him Professor NoSwagger) who has no business teaching an 8th grade science class. I find him more educational than the hippie.
I got a new 46” Sanyo HDTV for Christmas this year. Just thought I’d let you know.
I saw a kid I knew who was a few years older than me and a total idiot in high school that I really didn’t like working at Subway recently. It made me really happy.
Green Bay made it to the playoffs and got knocked out by the Cardinals. But it's ok because Drew Breeees handled the Vikings and Brett lost another NFC championship for his team by throwing a stupid pick. Go Saints!
As some of you may know, I am a total Boss at CoD4: Modern Warfare. Well Modern Warfare 2 came out awhile ago, and the story is cool but its a pretty big and unrealistic leap from the first game which made me sad, because I thought the first one had a spectacular story line. Anyways, I'm not sure if it's because I was such a boss at the first game and I'm struggling to adapt to the new one or if the new game just isn't as good, but I can hardly ever bring myself to play online. I played online the whole first week and then after I set up the new tv and organized all my games, I started playing other stuff(Star Wars: Battlefront 2, still the best game ever). I have almost 25 PS3 games, and about 10 older ps2 games I've found. I also have the N64 and Super Nintendo with every game you could possibly want in stock as well. I owe a belated great thanks to my brother for letting me steal the N64 and Super Nintendo while he's in law school, I hope I get to put them to good use.
Kris and I have been doing the Spec Ops on CoD:MW2 and our goal is to beat every stage on the hardest level by the end of college, whenever that comes. We have about 4 levels left, two of which are insanely difficult. We got this!
I've withdrawn and recalled every cent I have in my bank account and investments to invest it all in Mountain Dew Voltage, because it is absolute GOLD.
Here's a funny picture I doodled on of Serbian tennis player Novak Djokovic being Novak Djokervic. Don't sue me(who am I kidding?)!
My Paint skills are absurd.
For those of you who haven't seen The Book of Eli yet, I suggest you do so as soon as possible, because it's friggin amazing. In all honesty, I will probably place it at the top of my favorite movies of all time list. I won't ruin anything with spoilers yet, I'll make an individual post after the bluray(no longer the day of dvds) release. Just let it be known that Book of Eli is to Mayo as Metropolis was to Hitler.
Jay Mariotti is the biggest DOUCHE in the entire universe.
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