Do Better

Conservative friends: if you use the way someone looks physically as some sort of argument against their cause, you make yourself look bad. Not on the outside, like what you're laughing at them for, but like, as a person. Which is worse. I wish I could say this is something I don't ever see, but sadly, it is. Doubly so, I see it quite frequently, especially targeted towards women at the women's march. I can't defend someone wearing a giant vagina costume, but really? You're going to make fun of them because they're fat? Despicable. Seriously, cut it out, because it makes you look childish. Stop judging people because of their looks entirely, actually, and you'll be better off as a human being. Also as a bonus, I can't count on both hands and feet how many times I've heard or seen Michelle Obama, the First Lady, referred to as manly, masculine, or the shockingly racist "ape-like." Nice. Not even subtle. Just going with the full racism there on that one.

Don't forget that your new First Lady has actual nude photos out on the internet somewhere. Of course, we both know you're still going to call her classy while you would never in a million years don Mrs. Obama with that term. Maybe after that you can yuck it up with your Conservative friends about how you're glad Mrs. Obama never had any nude photos taken because you're literally gagging at the thought, and you can hardy-har-har until your shame and guilt of being a terrible person is shoved back into the basement of your soul, where you've kept it locked up since 1982.

As a matter of fact, I see a lot of childish behavior coming from the same people who like to laugh at the "participation trophy" generation, full of Precious Snowflakes™ who can only survive because they're so cuddled. First and foremost, generalizations like this are disgusting. Secondly, they're unfounded and misleading (with some exception; did you see that dude screaming and crying at the inauguration? What a freakin' baby). Anyways, I think it'd probably do you some good to do some introspection about the things you get offended about before you bully make fun of someone else.

Don't make jokes about dropping Middle Eastern people out of airplanes back to where they came from (Talibanistan was a rather creative one I heard), don't make jokes about people of African descent resembling monkeys, and if I ever hear someone use the word "chinky" to describe an Asian person I might actually punch you. All three of those things I've heard Conservatives say. If anything here applies to you, do better.
Liberal friends: you can't assume that just because someone disagrees with you it's only because they're ignorant or just plain stupid. You know why, right? It's because that would be ignorant and stupid of you to do. I know that it's especially easy if you grew up conservative to suddenly be on the "enlightened" side and feel somehow intellectually superior because, like, those old white people just don't get it. Unfortunately, you don't actually gain any IQ points just because you now resent your parents and upbringing and got a (bad) tattoo. Also, you don't get to re-define words to accommodate how you want them to be used. Double also, the "rights" that Conservatives love so much are God-given, not government given, which is why there's no such thing as a right to health-care, or a right to free food, or something extra silly like a right to a safe space where you don't have to listen to people who say crazy, mean, or racist things. The only reason Trump is scary as The Leader of the Free World™ is because we have given power to The Government™ and now he's in charge of that same power. Stop giving absolutely bonkers amounts of power to the government, and instead of him being an extremely powerful offensive person, he's only an extremely rich offensive person. Still very, very offensive, but with less influence. I won't say you brought this upon yourselves, but I will say you played an integral part in increasing the far-reaching hand of The Man™. This is an Undeniable Fact™, which is also true of your Conservative Cohorts™.

Mansplaining is obnoxious. Whitesplaining is obnoxious. Liberalsplaining™ is obnoxious. You probably see a pattern here: don't be patronizing. I personally was banned from a Liberal Facebook page for being a White Male™ and asserting that we shouldn't judge people based off of appearances (strangely also the same thing I'm telling Conservatives to not do. It's almost like the two are more similar than they think). Ironic, right? However, I'm Caucasian, and therefore nothing I say matters. I was also told that the only place I'm "native" to as a white person is the Caucasus mountains, which is laughably inaccurate, but I digress. In the real world, we call this a non-starter, but apparently it's Liberal Justice™ to insult someone based off of the color of their skin. I don't know what it's like to be a person of color, so I don't have to right to say it's not okay to judge people based off of superficial traits. Ah dang it, I'm doing it again. I really need to check My Privilege™. Oops. Anyways, if anything here applies to you, do better.

WWJD: the Crisis

Refugee:
Noun
A person who flees for refuge or safety, especially to a foreign country, as in time of political upheaval, war, etc.

One would truly have to live under a rock, in the current state of affairs, to have not heard about what is being called a "refugee crisis," wherein, as of July 2015 an estimated 4,000,000 (four million) Syrians have been displaced and fled the country, according to the UNHCR, or the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees. The reason for this crisis is mainly due in part to a bloody civil war that has torn the country into three different factions: territories controlled by the current political regime, rebel fighters, and Islamic extremists. This civil war had it's roots going as far back as 2006, however it is widely accepted that the official start of the war was in 2011. Between 2011 and 2013 an estimated 100,000 civilian casualties have been recorded, and many of the countries cities and towns have been ravaged and are no longer inhabitable. Understandably, these Syrian people had to leave their country.

Up until October of this year, less than 2,000 Syrian refugees have been allowed into the United States. However, in September, President Obama announced his plan to increase that number to at least 10,000, a number that pales in comparison to the aforementioned 4,000,000 refugees. Overall, our response to this historical crises has been lackluster to say the least, and despicable to say the most. The United States has the highest number of people who identify as Christians in the world (my source for this appears to be outdated although it's meaning is not lost). Of the Christian citizens in the United States, a majority of them have historically voted Republican, or leaned towards conservativism; this is no great surprise or revelation to anyone living in the United States. It is with that in mind, however, that I have turned my attention towards Republican representatives, most notably Ted Cruz and Jeb Bush, who have been vocally opposed to President Obama's announcement to accept more refugees into the United States. In a survey done by CNN in September, a majority of conservatives opposed allowing refugees to enter the United States (55%).

While I have no statistics to prove what I've observed, I can only imagine that the number opposed has increased in light of the terrorist attacks that took place in Paris, France, on the evening of November 13th, this year, 2015. Additionally, 24 different Governors have taken explicit steps towards the prevention of refugees being accepted into their states; only one of these Governors is a Democrat. As I have previously stated, a majority of Conservative Republicans identify as Protestant Christians, So, correct me if I'm wrong, but what I'm seeing here is that Christians don't want Syrian refugees in the United States. But why?

In no uncertain terms I will tell you that the number one reason Christians don't want refugees in our country is fear. The Lord did indeed give us a spirit of fear, and we're using it to the fullest extent. We're afraid for our homes, our families, our way of life, and our security. That, mixed with a heaping helping of ignorance about the M word (yes that's right, Muslims) and how they are, in general, bad people, has created the notorious love child that only fear and ignorance can: hatred. The United States, after all, the golden calf we have come to know and love, cannot survive in it's current state if we submit and grant these "refugees" (read: terrorists) passage into our land of milk and honey, right?

Sarcasm aside, American Christians need to take a long, hard, introspective journey and open their Bibles in search of guidance. Should we love our enemies? Should we give them water to drink if they are thirsty and food if they are hungry? Can we continue to say "I love God" but turn and hate our brothers and sisters? Should we give to everyone who begs of us? Should we turn away people in need or will we make room in the stable? Will be oppress the poor and insult our Maker, or will we be generous to the needy and honor Him? Are we ready to reap what we're sowing? I ask these questions on the pretense that these refugees are indeed our enemies, because apparently that's how many people view them, but they aren't. Not in my eyes, at least. Maybe I'm a fool, maybe I'm ignorant, or maybe I'm not.

I know not everyone shares my sentiment, but I find it heartbreaking when I think of the hundreds upon thousands of men, women, and children, who are not only in desperate need of shelter, food, and clothing, but the grace of God that we have so selfishly harbored in our borders. Is our pride too great to recognize our duty as Christians to be the light of the world? Is our fear a lack of trust in the sovereignty of Christ or is it simply a symptom of never having really trusted in Him to begin with? Are we willing to sacrifice our humanity for our security? Is it the Christian inside us that refuses to acknowledge what is right, or is it the American?

"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love." 1 John 4:7-8

The Existential Crisis

Slouching unenthusiastically in the booth seat, I read through the same Facebook feed I had looked at relentlessly for a glimmer of entertainment for the past 20 minutes one last time before relinquishing my iPhone and placing it on the table. It was a tired routine that many are familiar with, the endless search for a satisfactory distraction to distance themselves from the pangs of the real world. Emotions, relationships, eye contact: they all seem so overbearing when paralleled with the pixels on a screen and the simplicity of egotism; life's easier when you only care about yourself.

I suppose that due to my lackluster expression and posture, a little girl, who had been sitting a table away from me, came under the assumption that I was waiting for something or someone. Having the bravery of a child she approached me. "Hey kiddo," I said, unsure of her intentions.
"What are you waiting for?" She had a half smile and a distinct spark of curiosity in her eyes.
It was a simple question, but I suddenly felt the world around me rush out of focus. Eyes widening in amazement, I sat in shock as I felt the friction on the tectonic plates in my soul suddenly release, and the tremors pulverized the immaterial walls around my heart. Unable to muster up an answer to the question, the girl lost interest and wandered off. What am I waiting for? Is it a person? Is it an event? I knew I was unhappy and I didn't know why; I knew something was wrong and I didn't know what. It haunted me.

Of course, after that split second of confusion and questioning my entire existence, I realized what she meant. How silly of me. I've come to terms with the fact that it isn't really the question itself though, but it's about how we respond. That feeling she gave me in the moment went away but the question still remained, and I didn't really have a response for myself, and it wasn't just because I wasn't *actually* waiting on anything; I was definitely waiting on something. I guess more than anything, to me, the question turned out to be rhetorical. The real heart of it lied in the fact that I shouldn't be waiting on anything at all.

It's all terribly cliche and cheesy, but for a split second, I really did have my own little existential crisis. Everything in my life hit a stone wall and I felt unable to explain who I was or what I was doing with my life, all because a kid thought I looked bored. Life is a very long ordeal: it's the longest thing we'll ever experience. Regardless, this is no reason to waste it. If you're waiting on someone or something to come into your life to make it better, you've forgotten that you are your own plot device. You, and sometimes you alone, have the power to set into action a rich and meaningful life. The idea that you are important enough to be the main character of somebody else's book isn't just selfish, but dumb. There are billions of individuals on this planet, and you are only one of them.

I know I told you earlier that living is easier when you only care about yourself, but to be completely honest, that was a half truth. Living a life where you only care about yourself is hardly a life at all. I will personally guarantee you right now that, the next time you're at lunch or dinner or a coffee date (aka maybe right now), if you will put down your phone and look the beautiful person across from you in the eyes, you will find more enjoyment in them than you would in the black hole of attention called your phone, and if you don't let me know and I will drive to your house and give you a hug. Escape from the harshness of reality and the difficulty of human interaction is in the palm of your hand, and if you choose to surrender the moment you're in to that fancy screen you will never get it back. So, instead, face the challenge head on and be the best "you" that you can be. Living is hard, and anybody who tells you otherwise hasn't tried it yet. It's hard and it's wonderful and it's yours for the taking.

You're doing drugs, kids

"Weed isn't a drug." The words burst proudly from her lips so matter-of-factually that I knew immediately how strongly she believed in them. "It can't be a drug because it's a plant."

Dumbfounded, I replied "If parts of plants can't be drugs than I guess opium isn't either. Do you even know what opium is?" I didn't need to wait for her response; her expression revealed her ignorance. At that time I simply opened Google Chrome on my phone and showed her the definition of a drug. "A medicine or other substance which has a physiological effect when ingested or otherwise introduced into the body." Despite the presence of evidence that refuted her claims, she seemed unwilling to believe. This proved, in my own mind, that not only was this 15 year old girl lighting up in her free time, but she was being lied to about what she was really doing, or even worse, she was just lying to herself about it.

This is not a long blog post about marijuana. I'm not here to mindlessly spout my (relatively worthless) opinion concerning weed. I did not come here today to wax eloquent explaining various viewpoints on the topic of recreational drug use. Nope. Wrong-o. I just want you all to know that cannabis is indeed a drug, and the fact that it's a plant does nothing to change that. Just like some poisons, snakes, and death, it's completely natural. It is also a drug. Don't tell yourself it isn't a drug, because you're wrong. Don't tell other kids it's not a drug, because you'd be wrong. Don't let anyone else tell you that it's not a drug, because, yup, you guessed it, wrong again. Furthermore, and more importantly, little kids shouldn't be doing drugs. In my mind, you're a bunch of babies sucking on bongs when you should still be begging your mommy in the cereal isle as Wal-Mart for chocolate pebbles instead of rice crispies.

So, everybody, this has been my PSA to all the youth of America: if you smoke weed, you're doing drugs. Also, as a side note, I'd really appreciate it if whoever is telling kids that weed isn't a drug would stop doing so immediately. This young girl, as dumb as she may be, was only 15 years old, and I can guarantee you with every ounce of confidence th.at I have that she would better benefit from doing her homework and having a reasonable bed time than from getting stupid on the weekends with her stupid pothead friends. Honestly, to me, it's pretty depressing to know that a bunch of young kids are out making terrible life decisions right now when I know deep down in my heart that they should be at home, not making their parents ashamed of them, or wondering when they last time they fed their Neopet was.


So yeah, the end. Don't do drugs, kids

This Country

 ~ I totally wrote this like, 4 months ago for the 4th of July, when I was aggravated and fed up with ignorant people, so if it sounds like I'm angry and fed up with ignorant people, it's probably because I am. ~

Some might call this country a house divided. There are the republicans, and the democrats. There are the liberals, and the conservatives. There are the people who are right, and the people who aren't right. The smart and the dumb. The informed and the "sheeple." The true, red-blooded, blue-collared Americans, and whatever happens to be the opposite of that.

But what really divides the house? Difference in religious beliefs? Difference in definitions of freedom? Difference of skin color?

Between you and me, I'm not entirely sure what the main factor is that fractures our great country, and between you and me, I don't care. Why? Our society cares more about being right than it cares about anything else.

"CNN and the liberal media are polluting our great nation into believing anything Obummer says is undeniable fact." "Fox News has it's hands so far in the GOP's pockets, it's disgusting. They'd do anything to discredit anything we say just because they're getting rich to do it!" "Gays shouldn't get married." "The NRA is an evil, child-killing club." "Gun control laws are infringing upon our rights as Americans." "Christians are what's wrong with this world." "Atheists are what's wrong with this country." "Hobby Lobby has to give women birth control." "Hobby Lobby doesn't have to give anyone anything." "Abortion is murder." "Conservatives are bigots." "The death sentence is barbaric." "Life in prison is a waste of money." "Terrible things have been done in the name of organized religion." "Horrific things have been done in the name of science." "Libertarians are basically anarchists." "Both parties are basically communists."

Do these sound like some of the things you've heard when talking about politics with friends, family, or acquaintances? Are some of these the things you say when talking about politics? Have you ever thought that basically every single argument in the world has two sides, both of which have legitimate ground to stand on, and "right" and "wrong" are almost always subjective things? Do you care more about being right and making other people feel inferior than having a legitimate discussion? Is your opinion better than everyone else's opinion? Do you frequently refer to opposing views as "liberal/conservative/republican/democrat rhetoric" simply to dismiss it without having to present a reasonable response?

You're so, so wrong. I'm wrong. We're all wrong. Incorrect. Fallible and fallacious. Straight up full of crap. This country is a house divided; a fractured wing on an antiquated eagle in a polluted sky over an ocean of self-righteousness, selfishness, and disregard for progress. The olive branch is shriveled and dead and the flag is the echo of a screaming jet dropping bombs of democracy on third-world countries in the name of peace and freedom. This country will burn down, break in half, and sink like the Titanic to the sound of one person yelling "this great country will never sink, and if it does it's there fault" from the Atlantic ocean, and another person yelling the same thing from the Pacific.

Happy Dependence Day.

Graduation

Like many people who are around a similar age as I am, a large portion of my friends and acquaintances are either graduating or are attending graduations for their respective schools which they have already left. I've heard speeches and seen tears and laughed alongside people I've known for a majority of my life up until this point. The speeches were inspiring, the tears were bitter-sweet, and the laughter was sincere. For these individuals whose lives are at a cross-road where the future is vast and uncertain, ceremonies and camaraderies such as these are full of symbolism, and the memories made wont be easily forgotten for at least the rest of the summer. Probably.

Do you really think you're always right?

Depending on how you want to look at the world, you're wrong a lot. If you're a nihilist than you're not really wrong your subconscious is just smarter than you. If you're in politics you're only wrong when everyone else knows your wrong. If you're a human being, you're wrong a lot more than you know and more than you'd probably like to admit.

The punchline is out of this world.

"Man, I sure wish I had payed attention in Californian geography class." The names of every significant city in that state seemed to somehow escape me. Three open-ended and three direct questions was what I was allotted, and I only had an open-ended question left. Trying my best to not get frustrated with my looming, inevitable loss, I recalled all the information I had gathered up to this point. "He's a place. A sunny place. And the people there are nice? That doesn't really help me at all. I know that he's in California, though. West coast, like he said." I couldn't think of a question that would help me in the slightest; I know next to nothing about Californian cities. This was supposed to be an exercise in asking good questions and getting information, but I was doing abysmally. Finally, desperate, I decided on "can you tell me what's around you?" I didn't know how this would help me, either, but it was the best I could do.

You know what they say about assuming, officer.

The sound of tires rolling across the street sounded like waves rolling on and off the beach. Lost in thoughts of another place and time, I turned the corner of 11th and Garnett, heading south. My 1990 Toyota Camry softly vibrating as I accelerated.  I squinted my eyes at the seemingly blinding bright street lights and yawned; it couldn't have been much later than midnight, but constantly running from place to place can wear a guy out. I hadn't even had time to take my car into a mechanic to have the tail lights looked at, which still hadn't been replaced since the last time I had an encounter with the police, which involved a very awkward confrontation with the sheriff and a pocket knife.

Get Outta Town, Gandhi

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow." - Mahatma Gandhi.

Honey Boo Boo and America

When Honey Boo Boo and some of her family went to a burger joint in Florida, they caused a big commotion, considering they're rather famous. Since they felt bad about how much trouble they inadvertently caused, they borrowed a jar and encouraged people coming up to them to leave tips, which they then donated to a charity that raises awareness about cyber bullying.

The Best Spam

Awhile back I wrote one of my random posts about how sometimes your first impressions are incredibly and horrendously incorrect, and it was called Radiohead, Donkey Kong, and Mashed Potatoes. Ever since I wrote it, I've received a comparatively large number of spam comments, most of which are really weird, as is most spam. I'm guessing that for the most part they were not written by someone who spoke English fluently. However, there are some with surprisingly good grammar. The most striking thing about them though, is that they're actually really good spam. I mean, as far as spam goes at least; no spam is truly good in my eyes, as it is still spam. But it's still the best spam I've ever read though. The spam de la spam, if you will.

Blessings in Disguise

Journal entry, 7/12/13

Short post: The Little Vampire

Earlier I saw a young girl breathing onto a spoon and placing it onto her nose so it dangled in front of her mouth, and she was trying to get her moms attention. "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom look. Look mom. Mom. Dude mom look. Mom. I'm a vampire. Mom."

"... I'm a vampire."

You may not have gotten your moms attention, but you got mine.

My Trip To the Vet

Sitting in the back seat always made me feel like a kid again. It reminded me of the long trips my family used to take together to Missouri, or when my oldest sisters moved out, to Florida and Georgia. I could stare out the window for hours without getting bored, with the scenery always changing; I'd try to chase one tree with my eyes for as long as possible before it went out of view, then find another one and do it again and again until my eyes hurt. I'd do it all the way there and all the way back. I had the same routine every time we returned from a trip, too. I'd carry as much of my own belongings into my house and then immediately go out looking for my cats. We'd leave a large pan of cat food out and have a neighbor fill up a bowl of water. I had four at the time; Kit-Kat, Paws, Pumpkin, and Jazzy.

Ugh.

Sometimes, the internet is a wonderful place where you can learn endlessly and expand your mind and enjoy the social networks and etc. etc. The rest of the time, it's a weird, messed up place and all you can do is sit at your computer making a face of disgust, which can only really be summed up by the onomatopoeia "ugh." Not the "ugh, I'm so tired" kind of ugh, but the "ugh, that's really gross but I can't look away."

I found an image awhile back and it stuck out to me. I'm not entirely sure why, but I found it absolutely hilarious and somewhat relate-able. I don't know who made this image, but I wish I did so I could pop out my Heelys and cruise on down to wherever they are and personally shake their hand, or give them a hug. My current favorite picture is nothing more than a man created in MS Paint, but he has so much expression. I'm seriously in love with this image.

The longer you look, the funnier it gets.

I'm a Trendy Wendy, You're an Uncool Raul.

Society changes fads like a girl changes clothes. One year you're so in style that Calvin Klein is trying to get your opinion about his unmentionables, and the next everyone thinks you're more square than a GameCube, which will inevitably be back in fashion in a decade and a half anyways (or, more round than a record, which is vintage and "in").

Drugs are also a trend, I guess. A trend that doesn't end ever.

Verlernterns Der!

Most of those who know me, and a few of those who know me well, could probably tell you that at times I can be a little cynical. For those of you who don't know me, I can be a tad bit cynical. And for those who don't know what cynical means, it essentially means that I'm not blind to the more despondent, dark side of most situations. I'm also not afraid to point out the flaws in other people's logic, and lastly, but definitely not least, I don't regularly conform to society. A lot of why I write on this blog is so I can make fun of society and the stupidity it has subjected itself to.

Pictured: stupidity

I can wait.

In a world filled with phones that communicate faster than the speed of a speeding speedy speeder, internet that almost instantly connects you to people across the globe so you can call them a noob, and all these other robots that process information more efficiently than the human brain, to the point that we can barely comprehend how fast the information is actually being processed, it's no wonder that the kids these days can't maintain concentration long enough to microwave a chicken pot pie, and you get the bird for making some middle aged Caucasian decelerate his just-off-the-lot Suburban by five miles an hour.

Hey, I'm trying to guzzle gas here! Can't a man ruin the environment in peace?

The Cost of Freedom

"We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." - Preamble to the United States Constitution.

America is not a utopia. There is no such thing as a perfect society. People will always do bad things for various reasons. The first documented account of violence was between the third and fourth individuals to ever even walk the earth, when Cain killed his brother Abel.