Just when you thought that Ricky Holland couldn’t get more dead, the Lansing State Journal comes out with yet another article about him. So the news today is that Ricky Holland is dead again!!! Jesus Christ, this kid dies more than I do when I’m all by myself on the Vertigo map on America’s Army. Thanks, Lansing State Journal, for keeping us up to the minute with the news. Clearly nothing of note happens in today’s world so we have to keep recycling stuff that happened in previous times. Hey, I have an idea: why not dig up Ricky’s skeleton and stick him on a mantle at the LSJ lobby? You can put a candle in his skull for effect because that would seem like the thing to do.
CNN asks the question was Obama’s answer about drug use too honest? I thought it was a stupid question. If it’s one thing that set me against Bill Clinton it was the fact that he lied to us about fucking Monica Lewinski and I believe he lied when he said he didn’t inhale. I found Obama’s forthright admission of past drug use to be both politically astute and morally refreshing. The American public is willing to forgive past transgressions (in this case I mean that the transgression in the legal, not the moral sense) as long as people are up front. Apparently Mitt Romney disagrees:
If you ask Republican rival Mitt Romney, Obama’s comments were too honest.
“I think in order to leave the best possible example for our kids, we’re probably wisest not to talk about our own indiscretions in great detail,” Romney said.
Sooooo the example you want to set for our kids is to be a fact obscuring hypocrite? That’s all I need to know about Mitt Romney to know I will never vote for him. I have more concerns about a candidate who conceals the truth today than I do about a candidate who used drugs in the past. I don’t believe that falsifying reality is a virtue. I’m especially against lying (or committing any other offense) for the sake of the children. Knowing nothing else about the candidates I’d put Obama ahead of both Mitt Romney and above anybody with the surname Clinton.
Also, the gauntlet has been thrown down Hillary. What do you think about Bill’s bullshit didn’t inhale response today?
Seriously, this guy might need psychiatric attention more than jail time. This is more crazy than stupid (although it is both).
I’m in. I’m like a level 8 now which means I’m still a nub. I don’t care, it’s awesome. I don’t have a plan, I just go around and do stuff. I’m gonna have to make a screenshot of my character. I am PokemonHateyou.
What do illiterate people do to pass the time when they’re on the toilet?????
(this is not a riddle, I really can’t begin to figure this one out)
The family of the 13-year old girl who killed herself after an online hoax is trying to change the law to make it illegal for an adult to pose as a teenager on the internet. How utterly stupid. It’s already against the law to try to seduce a minor so that is not what this law is about. This is about making it a crime for someone to make-believe over the internet for the purposes of teasing people. Earth to the grieving parents, your daughter isn’t dead because of a hoax, your daughter is dead because she had low self esteem, because she was fat and unpopular, and because she was colossally terrible at conflict resolution. I’m not saying this because I think it’s funny, I’m saying this because it is the absolute truth.
Part of the alleged online harassment against the daughter included a message from the fictitious boy she was corresponding with, saying “the world would be better off without you.” So in order to emotionally get back at this boy she kills herself (Haha, I’ll show you, and then you’ll feel bad while I’m laughing from my grave!) Call that what you want but it’s not a well thought out plan. This girl didn’t kill herself because she was harassed, she killed herself because she had no self esteem and because she desired and didn’t get outside validation. The harassment was just the final straw but that cannot be held as to be the reason for the suicide. Kid and adults tease each other all the time. You will never never never never never never NEVER be able to legislate that out of existence, nor should you seek to.
If you want to do your kids a favor, don’t try to pass a law, tell them what I tell my kids: Self esteem comes from within (hello, that’s why it start with “self”). People who require validation from external sources in order to justify themselves are tragedies waiting to happen. FUCK anybody who talks about you. Do they put money in your pocket? If it matters to you what other people think then you’re in for a long ride because there are like 6 billion people on this planet so good luck to you because every day’s gonna be a minefield. Or you can do the smart thing and get your sense of value from yourself. Arm yourself with a healthy dose of egoism and it won’t matter what anybody else says about you online, whether it’s a teen-age boy or your classmate’s mother playing pretend. Always value yourself first, even if people think you are a fat cruel slut.
It’s one of Ayn Rand’s best lines and perhaps the closest way possible to sum up her Rational Objectivist philosophy in one short statement. To say “need is not a value” is to nip altruist-collectivist ethics and all its damnable spawn in the bud. The underlying idea within this statement is that the ends do not justify the means. It is also all the moral protection an individual needs against a panhandler (although against a mugger one could also use a physical weapon, “need is not a value” is still the only moral defense required). I am fond of this line, although many people would regard it as heartless, so it is interesting that in reading the news today it seems that the animal rights advocates could now be usurping this very idea.
It seems that many deer hunters are now donating some or all of their kill to programs that would feed the homeless with venison. Hunters are typically thought of as right wing NRA gun nuts and feeding the poor is something that is normally championed by the left so this case would seem something like win/win, would it not? But it seems that some people on the ideological left are not swayed the collectivist-altruistic actions of these hunters. This from the article:
“If hunters are donating the spoils, [feeding the hungry] is really a secondary issue” says Michael Markarian, executive vice president of the Humane Society.
Wait, what?? The ends no longer justify the means? Suddenly there are intrinsic truths that must be adhered to in order to judge the ethical value of an action? There are some lines you simply cannot cross in order to accommodate the poor? Can this line of reasoning be used in defense of property rights? Oh PLEASE open this can of worms!
To DG: I apologize in advance for the fact that Penn State is going down tomorrow. Final score, MSU 23 Penn State 17.
A section from this story I’m writing:
I was hammering away at the keys copying the text when I saw a pink bike being fastened to the bike rack outside. I remember thinking that if my life was a movie that a pink bike for a little girl would not survive the script. It was hackneyed and clichÃ©, a more reasonable replacement would be demanded by the props man or director, yet there it was in my peripheral, fastened into the bike rack with a cheap chain and a standard lock. A plain old girlâ€™s pink bike with worn out tires.
I quietly unlocked the door and sat back down at my computer desk resuming my typing in a conspicuously loud manner. If Lydia barged in again we were going to have it out. I anticipated this would come to pass but to my surprise I heard three taps from small knuckles on my door. I simply called â€œCome inâ€? as if this was what I expected all along.
She entered shaking off a blue backpack that she let fall on the ground. She started as if to say something but raised an index finger to forestall and finished typing out the sentence I had formulated in my mind. If itâ€™s one thing I hate itâ€™s unfinished thoughts. Itâ€™s quite possibly the only neurosis itâ€™s the only one that I will claim. That said, I finished typing then I turned to Lydia so she could speak.
â€œI took your advice and went to the library like you said. I even had my mom go with me so I could get a library card but I had to pretend it was for school to even get her out of the house.â€?
I started to say something about the ethics of using untruths but she seemed excited to go on so I didnâ€™t dare stop her lest her mood be spoiled. She reached into the bag producing a hardbound book that she held to me in triumph.
â€œI got something to study like you said.â€?
The Unlocked Secrets of the Tarot Card was embossed in golden text on dark green binding. It was an odd combination of colors, and just as odd as seeing something that belonged in the medieval past right here in my living room next to where I sat typing at an iMac.
â€œThatâ€™s not exactly what I meant by studying. You are aware thatâ€™s not a textbook, right?â€?
â€œI know itâ€™s not what you study but itâ€™s study all the same. And since itâ€™s something that you probably donâ€™t read up on this time I can teach you some things.â€?
Again I wanted to protest but I didnâ€™t have the heart to puncture this balloon, this thirst for knowledge I had helped to awaken, by criticizing her subject of choice. Perhaps Iâ€™d humor her through this then try to redirect her interests for the next book that she sought. Or we could discuss the tarot from a scholarly point of view, as something that had its place in history as a reflection of the belief systems of that time from a people who did not have our advantage of the knowledge of the natural sciences. Again I held my peace and decided Iâ€™d let her prattle on.
â€œIâ€™m going to need a deck of cardsâ€?, she said and looked at me with expectation as if she knew for a fact without a doubt that I would produce a deck. I did in fact have such a deck and, having packed my things away just a month before I knew exactly where they were. It somewhat miffed me yet and still because had she asked me when I was still at the other house I would have been been dumbfounded about if and where I had a deck of cards.
I produced them and Lydia promptly began removing the face cards from the pack. She systematically referred to the tarot book, discarding some and arranging others in the deck like some medieval periodical table of elements. It was a sight that didnâ€™t fail to amuse although I kept a poker face lest she catch on to the fact that I took this less than seriously. Iâ€™d tell her later on, of course, after persuading her to check out other books how tarot cards had no power to foretell the future, nor were they (as some would claim) a link to communing with the demon world that lurked beneath the spiritual aspiring of man. No, much like the futility of trying to find a pattern in the lottery, this was all just so much spinning of mental wheels in the mud.
Presently she had the cards arranged. She systematically referred to the tarot book, discarding some and arranging others in the deck like some medieval periodical table of elements. It was a sight that didn’t fail to amuse although I kept a straight face lest she catch on to the fact that I took this less than seriously. After she had them all arranged set the deck down on the table and proceeded to draw a diagram of something on a sheet of paper.
“What you do now is, without looking at the cards, take some out and arrange them on the table the way I’m showing you on this paper. After you set them up I’ll look at them and tell you what it means.”
I followed her directions, pulling cards from the deck from random spots and laying them on the table according to the diagram. I tried to pull the cards from everywhere in the deck so that there could not have been a pattern from the way the deck had originally been set up. When I was done she turned the cards over one-by-one and began consulting her reference book and writing in her notebook. This is the part where I’m supposed to say that I was spooked but, as I mentioned before, I’m a rational person and had never believed in things like this at all. At some point Lydia stopped writing and a look of consternation crossed her face.
“That can’t be right at all.”
“What did I do, pull the death card?” I joked.
“Let me see your hand”, she demanded.
I held my right hand out and she grabbed my fingers turning my hand palm up. She inspected the lines of my hand which made me feel a bit uneasy as I’ve never liked being inspected, so to speak. After looking closely she finally breathed what I took to be a sigh of relief.
“Ok, your life-line isn’t short at all so something so the tarot can’t be right. You must have pulled the wrong card.”
“Are you serious I pulled the death card? On the first try? Man I’m pretty good!”
“It was the wrong card”, she said, looking serious as if we were discussing math.
“What do you mean wrong card? This is all just nonsense anyway, you can’t learn anything from cards.”
â€œHow do you know that?â€?
â€œBecause it doesnâ€™t make any sense. How could the cards be affected in any way by reality? Or how could reality be affected by the cards? How could information pass back in forth between the reality and the cards? Explain that to me.â€?
â€œI donâ€™t know. But just because I canâ€™t explain doesnâ€™t mean it canâ€™t be so.â€?
The object balls spins causing the adjacent ball to spin in the opposite direction. The result is that the adjacent ball is â€œthrownâ€? into the corner pocket in a fashion thatâ€™s counter-intuitive.
But this was just ridiculous, in the one case we were talking about physics. In this one weâ€™re talking about-
â€œMysticism a proper subject for history, not for science. Discussing tarot cards is just about as useless as believing in unicorns, leprechauns, or life after death. Theyâ€™re fanciful stories but itâ€™s all stuff thatâ€™s simply not true.”
â€œAnd you know this because youâ€™ve died before?â€?
â€œOf course not!â€?
â€œWell then you donâ€™t actually know thereâ€™s no life after death. Youâ€™ll never know until you see.â€?
Thatâ€™s the concept of experiential knowledge. But this was totally different.