Sexy Information for You and Yours

You are Maryiln Monroe

A classic tortured beauty You're the dream girl of many men Yet they never seem to treat you right

What Famous Pinup Are You?

Guys Like That You're Fun

You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you

What Do Guys Like About You?

Your Passion is Purple!

You've got a ton of passion, but you don't always wear it on your sleeve. If something truly excites you, you let your inner intensity shine through. But otherwise, your passion tends to morph into energy ... which you never lack. You're a balanced woman, knowing when to turn on the fire in your heart.

What Color is Your Passion?

Your Power Color Is Orange

You live in the fast lane. You love action, risk, and competition. You're spontaneous, enthusiastic, and persuasive. But you're also easily bored - and love to rebel against structures. You resent rules ... as well as people's attempts to control you!

What's Your Power Color?

Your Aura is Orange

Your Personality: A total daredevil, you'll try any thrill. You're easily bored and you prefer to be on the go. You in Love: You see love as an adventure, and you find most men dull. You need a man who challenges you! Your Career: Your ideal job is flexible, fun, and maybe a little dangerous. You have the makings of a private investigator or extreme athlete.

What Color Is Your Aura?

You Are Artemis!

Brave, and a natural born leader. You're willing to fight for what you believe in... And willing to make tough decisions. Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!

What Goddess Are You?

You Are a Tulip

You have a wild, experimental side that craves change. You often switch jobs and men, always looking for something better. But deep down, you're also very well grounded and content. And you will come to know that the life you live is already ideal.

What Flower Are You?

You Are Confident Sexy

You're one sexy chica, and you know it. You've got the confidence to strut your stuff... And approach any man who happens to catch your eye. You may make a guys run away, but the true men will appreciate your moxie.

What Kind of Sexy Are You?

A Bonus Is Warranted Per Touchdown

What is with it and our society's acceptance of mediocrity and stupidity? Why has it come to the point where we accept gross mispronounciations just to appeal to the lowest denomenator? Just because a group of uneducated individuals believe something is done one way does not mean that the rest of us should adjust in order to better serve their needs. Allow me to explain.

The word "culinary" is to be pronounced "que-lin-airy". Yet time and time again, whether it be in conversation or on television the word is pronounced "cull-in-airy". And what really gets me is that the institutions which teach this art mispronounce the word on their own commercial. Why would they do this? To appeal to uneducated idiots who would be turned off by the proper pronounciation. Obviously the institutions know that the smart individuals will recognise this nonsense but will be expected to accept it and apply anyway. If they want to come, they will come irregardless of the pronounciation of the word. The institution is trying to get those fringe attendees by appearing as stupid as they are.

Unfortunately, this is a snowball effect. Not only do we have words like "culinary" and "mesothelioma" being ridiculously mispronounced, it grows and grows. And will continue to grow because we as a society are told to accept these kinds of things and not speak out against them. If we did, we might "offend" someone or "hurt their feelings" or, God forbid, they might not "like us" anymore. Kiss my ass. If ya'll don't know hows to speak too good I gots ta tell you.

Let's be realistic here

Reading over Andrew Ferron's livejournal, I found a commentary on labour unions. The commentary and my response are as follows:

If You Can Read, Don't Thank a Union
All right. I was taking a break from working to check up on some aviation news and one of the discussion topics on Airliners.net (my favourite commercial aviation website) had a thread about Northwest's mechanic strike. It makes for some interesting reading, and is available here: http://www.airliners.net/discussions/general_aviation/read.main/2473722/

Apparently, some 880 former Union mechanics have crossed the picketlines system-wide and have returned to work, perhaps because without an income they cannot support their families anymore. While I feel bad for them, they made the right decision to go back to work.

Anyway, somebody had posted this link on the discussion board, and commented that it was very classy of the mechanic's union (Airline Mechanics Fraternal Association or AMFA) to make the following page on their website: http://www.amfa33.org/strike/scabs.htm

The page says: "The following are scabs [Note: Union members who have opted to cross the picket lines and return to Northwest] that have been positively confirmed by AMFA Local 33. These individuals have crossed our picket lines and are now helping NWA ruin yours and their lives as Technicians, Cleaners and Custodians. They are willing to work for substandard wages and work rules to hurt labor and themselves and will forever be labeled SCABS for crossing a legal picket line. They join a work force at Northwest Airlines that includes external strike breakers, some internal union members, managers and vendors that are taking your jobs. NWA will know now what they can do to these people, because they know they have no backbone. In affect, they have become slaves of NWA. They are selfish anti-union people with no principals or morals. They can not be trusted."

Then, it lists a great deal of names, including pictures for some people, who have been seen going back to Northwest. What a horrible thing to do--these Union slobs are completely classless. They are supposedly a fraternal organization, but go out and denounce their co-workers who, perhaps, could not pay the bills without going back to work.

Some further insults to their coworkers can be found here: http://www.amfa33.org/strike/scab_evaluation.htm

What the AMFA does not seem to understand is that without Northwest Airlines, there would be nearly zero demand for aircraft mechanics, cleaners, custodians and other types of maintenence workers in the Twin Cities. They want to bankrupt Northwest, but aside from Sun Country and Champion Air (who both use non-Union aircraft labor, as far as I know), there would be no aircraft maintenence facilities in Minneapolis/St. Paul except tiny fixed-base operators and corporate jet facilities.

By continuing to try and hurt their employer, they are only shooting themselves in the foot. Unless these idiots prefer being unemployed and starving to death, they should learn to cooperate with Northwest and help their employer through difficult times. United Airlines' employees have accepted pay cuts in order to keep their jobs, and Northwest's mechanics need to nut up and do the same, or they're going to be in rough shape in the near future.

Perhaps the answer is to stop negotiating with these idiots altogether, and fire them all. Northwest has already hired a large number of replacement workers, and they seem to be doing just as good of a job. And the best part is, they're non-Union.

The AMFA and other labor unions need to stop behaving like insolent children and understand just how fortunate they are to have jobs in the first place, let alone amazing benefits.

Even if you don't agree with my opinion of unions in general, I'm sure you can agree that the public defamation of comrades is completely ridiculous. You can't blame someone for cooperating with their employer, especially if they need the job back.

Comment:

Not having come from a union household, I can understand your confusion regarding the way unions operate and the intricacies regarding their practices. My father is a proud member of Teamster's Local 710 and an employee of Roadway Express, working as a dock man.
By listing the names of the SCABS, the union was in fact doing nothing wrong or classless. The SCABS are the ones who indeed lack class in this situation. You mention the union being a fraternal organisation and that is exactly why the union is right in what they have done. Those SCABS entered the union under the agreement that the union would negotiate for them better wages and benefits with the company while simultaneously agreeing to stand firm with the union in any incident of strike. The SCABS broke away from the fraternal order and dis-labeled themselves as "co-workers". They no longer wanted to be co-workers with their union brethren and instead joined the enemy. They are no longer their co-workers and the union members have every right to treat them like the dirt they are. The SCABS lack the backbone to stand and fight with their fraternal brothers, which you so eagerly attack, and in doing so jeopardise the possibility of anyone at all gaining better conditions. Who then is the evil in the situation?
The strike is the union's trump card to use against the employer if the employer is unwilling to reasonably negotiate with the union. This most certainly is not tactic thrown around lightly and is never something done without a great deal of careful consideration. The union's job is to protect their members and only when all other options have been exhausted will they implement a strike. The union knows as well as anyone how detrimental this procedure can be to the workers, but when successful is far more detrimental to the employer and thus provides the workers with the wages and benefits they deserve.
Union's are a key element in our workforce. They help to prevent organisations from mistreating workers as was common practice around the turn of the century. Without the emergence of the union the American workforce would not have become the powerhouse which built this nation into the industrial machine that it has become. The unions ensure that manual labour workers which cannot afford the best of medical benefits on their own receive this compensation. They are looking out for the working man who is the backbone of the economy.
They don't owe any specific loyalty to their employer. To say that the workers should kowtow to the companies demands is completely contrary to everything the union stands for. They are not defaming any of their comrades as the SCABS no longer are their comrades. Bowing to the demands on the employer is the gateway to reducing working conditions and workers rights. It's a tremendous snowball effect.

In conclusion, you, Mr. Ferron, are completely out of line here. You have no right to pass personal judgment on the union workers and cut them low as human beings because of their choice of employment. To call them "union slobs", "classless", "insolent children", and, perhaps most disgustingly, "idiots" really lends testament to your lack of knowledge on the issue and paints you as the truly classless individual in this situation. If you don't agree with labour unions or their tactics, that's perfectly acceptable; there is nothing wrong with that. But to turn your disagreement into a personal attack on them solely because of their employment and beliefs lacks tact, taste and class in every way. Bottom line: if you don't know what you're talking about well enough to give an editorial commentary, just stick to the facts. As Abraham Lincoln once said: "It's better to say nothing and be thought a fool than than to speak up and be proved one."

Epilogue:

Look, I've got no problem with disagreement or differing views on issues. That's what I thrive off of. But if you're going to do so, be able to back it up. Have some knowledge on what you're talking about and not just misinformed conceptions. I discord, I enjoy opposing views, I enjoy logical commentary and discussion. But when you don't have the facts, you end up looking about as foolish as Howard Dean shrieking like a Hebrew in a gas chamber...<---see, controversy right there :)

Mein auto und nacht

Well here we are. A new template and a new post. I get a little distracted from time to time on a count of September 11th and all and so that is the reason for the lag. Fear not; the mind is still churning up controversial goodness and the mind's eye is just as critical.

Thanksgiving Break was quite refreshing. The moment I stepped off the plane I felt a wave of relief to once again be back to civilization and away from this isolated wasteland of a region. How people can tolerate living here is beyond me. Terrible road conditions (apparently in a region with this much snow they still haven't figured out how to properly use a plow), sheltered world views, poor choices in fashion, no culture venues, and generally being lightyears away from any sort of true metropolitan area. Do not even try and make the case for any "city" in Iowa. The entire state of Iowa has fewer inhabitants than the city of Chicago, not counting the suburbs. If your entire state has less people than a cingular city, let's not pretend we know what a "city" is. Deal? The Twin Cities are a nice little place, but depending on where you are in Iowa, you're at least 3 hours from arrival. I once had a woman tell me "I just love Decorah. And I couldn't justify not living in a small town when I'm so close to such a major metropolitan area." I'll give the poor lass the benefit of the doubt and assume she was referring to the Twin Cities and not Rochester, because if that was the case, God help that troubled soul. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but being three hours away from the nearest "major metropolitan area" is not exactly what I'd consider in reasonable distance.

Once I got back on campus, I was re-reminded of an issue that had been pestering me for a little while now. The Facebook now allows for the usage of photo albums on top of the already selectable photo which accompanies one's profile. I, for one, have used this album as a method of tomfoolery rather than submitting photos which are legitimately of anyone I know, even myself. For my primary photo, I also prefer to put up a fun picture of fictional value rather than one of myself. But at any rate, on to the issue. There are certain individuals on facebook that put up photos of themself. Or at least it seems like they are pictures of themself. But wait a minute. Now I have seen this individual in person and they look absolutely nothing like that. Somehow these individuals doctor their photos (either with photoshop or lighting or what have you) in order to make themselves appear far more attractive than they actually are and thus cover up their lowly opinions of self-worth and personal short comings. A particular offender would be a girl on Luther's campus by the name of Katie L...no, wait, that's too obvious...K. Lovell. Yes that's better. K.L. has been up to this sort of chicanery for the past 25 years or so, and either because nobody says anything to her about it, or because she has become so diluted in her lies that she now believes them as truth, she continues in this deceitful process. Imagine how disappointed you would be if you saw someone's facebook photo and believed them to be attractive, view the entire photo gallery and see the same evidence, but when you finally meet them in person you are tempted to respond with "Who in the world are you?"
This is not the case with myself and this individual as I knew who she was long before Facebook's emergence. But here's the issue at hand: once you start doing this, your life is a fiction. If anyone meets me in person and is disappointed I'm not a 300lb black man, a fairly homosexual looking Danny Kaye impersonator, or whatever the case may be, then I feel that's their own fault for their extreme naivete. If, however, you represent yourself with what is clearly a picture of yourself and doctor it in some fashion so that you appear more attractive, then you have engaged in a deceptive practice. You should stop doing this. If you're not comfortable enough with your appearance as is to post a photo of yourself without making strange alterations, then perhaps there's someone that you need to talk to. Dr. Peter Clagnaz, perhaps. Just a thought. But please, friends, do not allow your life to become a fiction. The day will come when everyone shall find out of your trickery and who then will have the egg on their face?

Everything comes out in the wash.

Me and Jesus The Pimp In A '79 Granada Last Night

Well the All Hallow's Eve weekend has come and gone. But boy was it a hell of a time. I fretted earlier in the week that it would be nothing short of a disappointment because there was no T-Bock's party this year for All Hallow's Eve. For those of you who don't know, the parties at T-Bock's were by far the greatest parties Luther's campus has ever known. It provided a great setting being held in the old Odd Fellow's lounge above the bar. There were several rooms, an old wooden bar, furniture and much gayity to be shared by all. This included encounters with Varoon which made just about any experience worthwhile. But after thinking further about the matter, I realised something; this is the calm before the storm. Any weekend when it seems it will be nothing but boring, you best batton down the hatches because shit is going down. And shit indeed went down. Tasty shit though.

This weekend started off on Friday with a gathering in Bruce Larsen hall in which there was much spillage on the part of Gay and Katie Mauer. A new friend was made in the form of Denise Richards and afterwards, we all departed for the Corner Bar. Corner Bar is traditionally a very inviting and friendly place and far more upscale than the other options available in Decorah. Upon getting there, however, the bar tender decided to be a rectum taster and begin carding us randomly and for absolutely no reason. Some of us are 21, others are not, but all were indignant at this prospect because you need only be 19 to enter the bars of Iowa. While bars can make their own rules, this choice on the part of Corner Bar is foolish for a couple of reasons. Number one, the individuals which attend Corner Bar are better people and not there looking for trouble; simply looking to do business with their establishment and have a good time. Secondly, if you are going to be a rectum taster and disallow non-21 year olds from being in your establishment, you need to card them at the door, not after they've been in your establishment doing business. You, the rectum taster, is now the one standing to be in trouble, not the underage participant. And I told Rectum Taster this, and this is when he became enraged.

For anyone's reference, Rectum Taster said his name is "Jaime" but didn't have the balls to tell me his last name. And so "Jaime" comes up to me and asks for my I.D. I had not been drinking thus far, but decided to toy with him a bit. I says to him I says "I tell you what. I'll take my I.D. out and you can check it. And if you find I'm not 21, I'm going to wait here and you're going to call the police. And you've already served me tonight, so guess what? You're going to lose your job and this bar is going to be fined $5000." I followed this up with a knowing smirk and a slight elevation of the eyebrows to which he responded with "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" because he realised I had him beat and was not intelligent enough to respond in any other way than fury. So I laugh at him and begin walking out and continually instigate him to call the police and call him a 'tough guy' which only serves to rile him up more and more, per my intentions. So he then goes inside and starts carding my comrades who were equally indignant even though they were 21 and left the bar but not before pouring pitchers of beer all over the floor. They had paid for these pitchers though, so they had the right to do with them as they pleased. Once we get outside, one of my amigos gets in a very heated argument with Rectum Taster and we do our best to restrain him and keep Rectum Taster away from said amigo. At some point in the argument though, towards the end, Amigo says to Rectum Taster "Eat my ass!" and I walk up right next to Rectum Taster and say to him "And you would. Because you're a faggot." So we left and got a free pizza from Mabe's across the street and dined on that and were quite jovial. And that was Friday night.

Saturday was extraordinarily enjoyable, starting again in Bruce Larsen hall and this time ending at Sabor Latino. The Mexicans were holding a gathering of tasteful proportions there and I served as negotiator being the skilled Mexicano that I am. I was able to negotiate better prices on drinks as well as entry fees into the establishment and make a few friends along the way. It was a fun time. I spoke with a slutty strumpet, a slutty geisha girl, slutty dominos, a slutty DaRule, and many other characters along the way. I suppose just on this account alone, it doesn't do much justice to how fun it was, but be assured, it was a grand time to get out and have a gathering on All Hallow's Eve when none was expected.

As Lou Al Ford would say, you can be optomistic and disappointed, or pessimistic and pleasantly surprised.

THAT'S TOO MUCH!!!

Well it's been a long time for sure. Far too long by some estimations and not long enough by others. I myself simply decided to get back in the swing of things because the world cannot properly turn without my opinion on matters and has been a bit off kilter for a few months now. So here we are, 2005-10-24. Enjoy, or don't; either way, leave comment and let me know.

This year at Luther College a new faculty member joined the ranks in the form of Bernd Geisler of Germany, visiting associate professor of chemistry. Bernd's resume was beyond impressive, holding many qualifications and titles that were so complex sounding and incomprehensible to the reading eye as to their true meaning that one might think they were written in some combined form of German and Mandarin Chinese, but indeed were in our own native tongue of English. Two qualifications which were able to be deciphered were a doctorate in physics and a doctorate in chemistry. Even if those were the only two which could be understood, clearly, he was a bright individual. And so one would wonder why he would ever come to Luther College being head and shoulders intelligence-wise above most individuals in the world?

There was a day early on in the year whilst I was dining in the CAF that I saw a very out of place individual wearing all black: tight black t-shirt tucked into tight black slacks ending at the top of perfectly polished black dress shoes. This individual also had a mane of thick, flowing, curly black hair which gave the appearence of him being in some sort of wind tunnel with its constant state of blowing behind him, never once coming forward. Immediately upon seeing this man, I knew who he was: Ordinary Touch the Magician. As you can imagine, I was greatly surprised that such a celebrity would be gracing the Luther College campus and was quite excited as I anticipated some sort of upcoming performance, most likely in the CFL. As we all know, Ordinary Touch the Magician is one of the most highly regarded performers in the world and at the top of his field. Few individuals are even held in the same esteem as him, such as Rick Wilcox or Anton . Ordinary Touch also features one of the most riveting light and sound (much of which is Benny Benassi) shows to accompany his performances which is one of the key events which make his shows so riveting.

A story came my way that on the first day of class, Ordinary Touch entered the lecture hall dressed in his traditional all black garb whilst "Rock Me Like a Hurricane" blasted from an unseen stereo stystem and certainly set the tone for the kind of amazing semestre to follow. And as I would see Ordinary Touch around campus, he was always with a smile and enjoying himself, because that's what magicians do, they enjoy themselves as they are quite charismatic. And so time passed and I would wonder when this performance was going to occur and still why was he here? Why was this very accomplished performer masquerading as a professor at Luther College? Reading the background for "Bernd Geisler", I found that he has travelled to many a college throughout the nation and undertaken similar roles and so I began to speculate that perhaps it was part of his routine. If he was in a certain region for his tour, he would inconspicuously slip into a local academic institution to pass his free time between shows and also meet a great many people. Everything seemed to be falling into place.

But then the day came. A report found its way to my office that "Bernd Geisler" had undergone some sort of breakdown and subsequently resigned from Luther College the same day. Apparently, "Bernd" entered class considerably late and immediately went to the board (which has yet to be confirmed whether it was a white board or chalk board). He proceeded to cover the entire board with all the faults regarding his person and when finished, turned to the class and yells "YOU THINK IT IS EASY TO LIVE WHEN THESE SO MANY THINGS ARE WRONG WITH YOU??!!" "Bernd" then went on for approximately twenty (20) minutes regarding these faults and how much of a failure his life is. When finished, he put his head down and dismissed the class who were in a perplexed und bewildered state, and understandably so. Yet not one student attempted to console him or see if he needed some help; and there we have the key to this mystery.

Ordinary Touch the Magician was not satisfied with our purportedly "very friendly" campus. Ordinary Touch came to us because he heard the rumours of how "friendly" everyone is here at Luther and how warm the campus is. Upon arriving here, he most likely received a warm and friendly reception, as everyone does upon their arrivals. Yet as time passed, the true colours of our fine campus began to show. Our campus is not the warm, friendly environment it enjoys having people believe. Oh sure, you will say hi and greet the people you know. But who amongst us can honestly say that when walking down the sidewalk they have not been stonewalled by the only other individual coming in the opposite direction? Or when you attempt to strike conversation with someone in a non-essential conversational setting the person has looked at you as though you are some kind of pervert? Yes, our campus treated Ordinary Touch in this same fashion. He came here with nothing but good intentions and warm, efficient German greetings. And we turned him away and took him for all he had.

Now one could speculate that perhaps his tour dates changed and he needed to get out in a hurry, that indeed he did have some sort of breakdown for whatever reason, or even that his affair with Carrie Beaver was the cause of this. But look deeper my friends; look beyond the surface. This was no breakdown. This was the final Luther College show of a very skilled and talented performer. Are we to honestly think that we could break a man of his calibre? Most certainly not. Ordinary Touch realised that he needed to get the heck out of here while he could for this campus had no more to offer him. Sure there was a great quantity of wild, uninhibited and steamy sexual acts to still be explored with Miss Beaver, but a man of his high profile can find someone like that anywhere in the world (no offense to Carrie Beaver intended). So he staged this breakdown to alleviate any red tape in his resignation, make people forget him and create a clean break in order to move on. Move on with a heavy heart, but what more could he do? So remember my friends; if we are to be thought of as a friendly campus, let's behave like one. When you see someone coming on the sidewalk, greet them. When you are in the lunch line sans your usual companions, talk with someone. Making social contact with strangers only while drunk simply does not cut it. And if you don't drink and you still live a life of not reaching out to those around you in a sociable manner, then that must change as well. A stranger is just a friend you haven't met. Ordinary Touch the Magician will, unfortunately, remain as the first part of that equation for us: a friend we haven't met.

Hurry Hurry Hurry! Come see Jerry the Three Legged Calf!

Alright, well it was fun to get back into the groove of things with that last posting, and so I'm going to move on to my next rant in this new post rather than continue on the end of that lengthy one.

Why are we expected to like things solely on the premise that society tells us they are good? And when we don't like them, we are considered fools and mocked for our beliefs. "You don't like Dave Matthews!!!??? HOW CAN YOU NOT!!" "You don't believe Napoleon Dynamite was the best movie ever!! Are you stupid!?" "(insert mod-rock band name here) is awesome. Their sound is so unique. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT SOUNDS LIKE EVERY OTHER GROUP OUT RIGHT NOW??!! NO IT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE!!"

What the hell is going on here? Why am I not allowed to like the things that I like even if they go against the grain? I don't like the music of today, end of story. There is occasionally a band that puts out a nice song or two, but for the most part, there is nothing that can stand the test of time. There are very few groups that create more than one or two albums. Does anyone stop to wonder why? Hmmm, perhaps it's because their sound was no different than the 376 other flavour of the month groups we see appear each week and they have been replaced by someone new and more "cutting edge." "Wow man! The Killers are so cutting edge, they use an accelerated drum pattern in their music and even incorporate the synthesizer. Let's worship them as gods!" Wake up jackass, the synthesizer (or some form of it) has been used for over 30 years now. There is no longer anything "cutting edge" about the synthesizer. Does it produce a cool sound? Certainly. But it is by no means something to get thrilled just because it's in a song. Any clown dicking around in a recording studio can create a hit song within hours of playing with a synthesizer (see Gary Neuman--Here in My Car). And as for the drum pattern? That drum pattern is no different than the drum patterns used by groups like Franz Ferdinand and half a dozen other bands of the day. And where did they all get that "cutting edge" idea from? Why from Modest Mouse of course. Yeah, remember that group kids? Yeah, they were there first and they have all the same general sound of your beloved "Killers" yet with far more ingenuity. If you think I'm full of shit, listen to "Float On" and don't tell yourself it's Modest Mouse. Pretend it's "The Killers" or "Franz Ferdinand" or "The Bravery". Pretty interesting, isn't it?
If we could all just educate ourselves about the roots of music I feel many of these issues would be avoided. Everyone should listen to the Jazz, then listen to the Blues, then listen to Rock & Roll, then listen to Rock, then listen to Disco, then listen to Funk, then listen to Soul/R&B, then listen to Hip Hop, then listen to Nu Wave, then listen to Metal, then listen to Alternative and then listen to Rap. By that point you have covered most things worthwhile listening up to about 1995. After around 1995, the music industry shit down it's leg and started caving in to pressure to turn profits rather than turn out great music. Obviously there's alot of good stuff that I left out of my list there and it's up to you in what order you want to listen to things in. But my point is please educate yourself about music. Find out where it came from. Find out who influenced it. Find out what the song you just heard is a sample or remake of. It's alot of fun and it's really pretty neat when you start drawing the connections. But don't just listen to what you're "told" to listen to by your equally uneducated cronies and the media. The music of today when compared to the great music of yesterday is of no more musical quality than me baning on a trash can (and don't try and tell me that's music--fuck off). Anyway, that's about all I have to say about that.

"I haven't had sex in 3 years."

Well, the school year has come to an end and I feel like writing a new blog post. Yes, it has been a while, but I just wasn't feeling motivated. Now, however, I have some stuff to spout off from the balcony about.

Firstly, why was Oaklahoma State baseball coach Larry Cochell forced into resignation? What did he do wrong? He didn't call Freshman Joe Dunnigan III a nigger. He said he wasn't a nigger. Why is it wrong to complement someone by saying they do not exemplify the qualities of an undesirable person? The word nigger is used to make a black person look undesirable as it has many negative connotations linked to it. Yet, Coach Cochell said Dunnigan did not exemplify those qualities and was punished for doing so. Furthermore, Coach Cochell said that there are undesirable white people and there are good white people. Undesirable black people and good black people. He finished by again praising Dunnigen for being one of the good guys. Dunnigen and his family supported the coach, yet, because of pressure from the outside in an overly sensitive society, one of the most successful coaches of college baseball history was forced to step down. What has this accomplished? Why did this need to happen? This happened because our society is so wrapped up in being politically correct that we cannot make any deviations from the letter of the law. In an attempt to create more tolerance, we have in fact created far less. There is no room for tolerance and leniancy--everything is red or green, there is no inbetween.
The tables have been turned, they have been reversed. It is now a world we live in of reverse discrimination, reverse racism. If a white man doesn't like a black man or agree with something he says, he MUST be a racist. There is no other explanation. Why else would someone not agree with someone? They MUST be a racist. Yet, if a black man doesn't like a white man or agree with something he says, that black man is heralded as a forward thinker and the reason that he doesn't like him or agree with him is clearly because that white man is a racist. That white man must be against the black man. Yes. That's why he isn't liked. It couldn't possibly be that they simply don't get along for a myriad of other reasons because as we all know, if you're white, you get along with ALL white people. Why could you not like them? They are your same race.
It's a different world now. It's not really any better either. You could in fact make the argument that it's far worse, and not just for the white man. The cause of the black man is not getting any better either. As long as our society and our government continues to provide systems and programs to facilitate the "needs" of "underprivilaged blacks" in our country, those same "underprivilaged blacks" will stay in their same "underprivilaged" state. How will they ever get out if they are not forced to go and make something of themselves? If they are able to simply rely on the government and social programs to carry them along, what motivation do they have to create something for themselves? And if our society continues to allow them to believe that is acceptable, then that belief will continue to be passed down through the generations. Certainly I'm not saying that all blacks are lazy or that all blacks sponge off the government. That's not what I'm saying at all. There are many whites, mexicans, plutonians, etc who do the exact same thing. Naturally by even saying these things, anyone who reads this will brand me as a racist, but that's alright. I've accepted that and in fact it only serves to prove my point that I stated above. People come into this country everyday and have been for hundreds of years. Those people came here with nothing and had no opportunities being given to them. They were forced to create something for themselves or die. There really was no inbetween. Certainly it was a hard life and they struggled, but they went out there and they did it, and they were better for it. Why is it not promoted in our society today to do the exact same thing? Why should we cater and nurture and hold the hand of adults rather than encourage them to stand up, put their work clothes on and get a job? And again, this can apply to any racial group, not just blacks. I'm speaking in general that the tone of our nation has changed. We are no longer the hard working, prosperous and diligent land that we once were. We are a society of loafers milking anything we can from the upper echelon of providers. Ultimately, this will be our demise. Our nation's willingness to punish people for being successful rather than encourage the lower ones to become successful promotes nothing more than self-destruction of the American Dream.