Friday, March 31, 2006

Frustrated Dem Lashes Out

Lefties seem to always be the ones to turn violent. Whether it's Papa Jean pepper spraying or choking protesters, or anti-globos burning and pillaging, the destructiveness of the socialist movement is its achilles heel. And that's the biggest thing that it has in common with the fascist movements, and islamist movements. Destruction, violence, and extreme cases, vicious homicide. When will they learn to be at peace with their enemies?


I've got to write about pattern v. process ethics for my last assignment before exams. It's an interesting way to divide up perspectives on ethics. Pattern ethics deal with things like distribution, social justice, fairness, etc. Most famously, proponents of pattern ethics endorse redistributive taxes. Process ethics deal with things like distribution too, but only by accident - it's more originated in an approach to justice that emphasizes the primacy of liberty. It sounded like a more interesting topic before it cycled back to a 'free-market v. planned economy', or 'individual ownership v. social ownership' skirmish.

Once that becomes evident, you gotta just toe the political line that your prof draws, if you want a good grade. sigh.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Finally, Reason Prevails

I can't really begin to express how relieved I am to finally see the pulse of leadership in this land. Paul Martin had me so ashamed of my own country that I could see myself one day emigrating. Now, I can hope to remain.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 although we still can't report that global warming has caused the sky to fall, we bring you this special report: Male Zebrafish, lonely and horny, have recently become dismayed to discover that all the chicks are turning into dudes!!.

Wow. Anything to advance the cause of fearmongering.

Courtney, you have two days to start your blog

I know your plans. I know alllll about your plans. You have two days to start the project. If you don't, I'm going to.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Level 5 Lifestyle Change Warning

I'm about to pull off some stunts that are gonna remake my world. I'd like to thank those that are close to me for having stuck around throughout this last year. I'm sure I've not been an easy person to know, or get along with - hell, I'm sure even my parents have had to question how much they love me. But I hope that those who have believed in what I am doing and want to do will be vindicated in the next few months. I hope that those who've hung in there with me hoping that I'll come out of this and be a better friend/brother/son/man, get the Jeremy that they deserve. And I also hope that those multitudes who do not believe in what I'm doing get to watch me leave them behind.

I'm exhausted. I'm having trouble juggling all the balls that I've got up in the air right now. I've dropped a couple, but so far I've been able to pick up the fallen ones without dropping any more. And I'm closer now than ever before to achieving a major dream of mine: Attaining a level of financial security that will enable me to attend school while supporting myself at a very comfortable standard of living, pretty much for as long as I want to. I could theoretically go to school until I'm ready to retire. I'll also be able to retire at 55 if I want to, and I might never have to work for anybody but myself until then.

But the question now is: If I soon achieve this dream, what dreams do I have to work for in the future? Thinking about how I've effectively relegated work to part-time yet high value enterprise, and how I've relegated higher education to a matter of entertainment, I can't help but feel that life now needs to have some other serious purpose.

Some people need to make their mark on society - they want fame, or they want people to consider them to be valuable or important. Sometimes they build buildings, or become philanthropists. Sometimes they get so caught up in these vanity projects that they forget about the only really necessary mark you need to make on society, which is the influence you have on the people you know best and love. And I think that's my new dream. To make my mark on society by being the kind of man that makes the lives of the people he loves better, not through dictation, but through compassion and support - just being there for them when they need me. My pursuits outside of that can only ever be self-gratifying, but making the lives of the important people I know better through my association with them will be ultimately far more gratifying.
It's official. I'm an old man, who thinks the kids are crazy. It used to be, you work hard at a job, you get recognition, compensation, and promotion. You also worked to make a useful contribution to society. These "youths", who are too old to be working their first jobs anyway, are effectively rioting to have the right to be completely unemployable, and a total burden to their aging society.


Nothing makes a man wonder at existing as a sentient being like when he's in the middle of being psycho-violated by a strange girl. I mean, how does it make sense to let her humiliate you and yet still want her? It's a paradox I'll never understand. Clearly, I must be insane to even try to understand the power that women wield, and it's time to understand that all a man can do is yield.

Blast Off!

Hello, world! Wow. This may be one short-lived blog. I'm at a bit of a loss for what to actually start with. I mean, where in my crazy, neurotic head do I look first for a good piece of me to express to the world?