They never give me Barbecue sauce at Burger King...

What's wrong with the world today? After a long day of working out, getting my butt kicked by a well trained leg moving at over 90 MPH, and strenuous warm-down sessions, I go to Burger King, hoping for a wonderfully fulfilling Chicken Nugget meal. This is a narration of the events following my attempt to get Barbecue Sauce. These events are real, and they take place between the hours of 9:08.0-9:10.14. The following passage will describe how time seemed to pass to me, and how my thought process was working (it wasn't). All the repetition and the seemingly dazed feel of the passage are on purpose, and are to convey how I felt, and acted. Enjoy...

I go on the Drive-Thru (after all, I have to drop a friend off before I get home, and it is late already) and order my meal, and specifically ask for the Barbecue sauce. I pull up to the window, put the car on neutral, and look up to the window. Upon peering into the depths of the drive thru window, I see a girl, no more then 19, sitting there, staring at me. "Hi." I would say. She would simply grumble back. Now, this would not generally bother me, for I am considerate. I can understand the hardships of working until late on a Fast Food restaurant on a daily basis. It is not pleasant. "It'll be 3.98 sir," she said, the meaning of the words she just muttered escaping her, as it so often happens because her daily grind numbs her to a point these things are nearly involuntary.

I make a motion towards my wallet. She does not look at me, although she is looking in my direction. For a moment I stop and wonder what exactly she is looking at, or for. I realize she is simply looking through me, that she probably feels like an empty shell by now, tired and longing for a rest, one that will never come. As she gazes into the near distance, I anxiously hand her the exact change. A coin falls down on the curb. She doesn't seem to notice this, but as I move in to reaquire the missing coin, she seems to snap off the nearly ghostly trance she seems to be on, even if just for a second. However, after she realized what I was doing, she goes back to that state. This perturbs me slightly, but I understand how she feels. I try to ignore it, however it is agonizing to the soul; Oh the drudgery!

She hands me back change. I look at her, and she stares back blankly, and as if searching for her soul, I stare right back at her eyes. I see nothing. After a second, I realize she is giving me change. Did I not give exact change? "I thought I gave exact." "This is a five dollar bill. It was 3.98, sir," she retorts. I stopped to wonder if it would be more appropriate for her to have told me I handed her a five dollar bill instead of pointing out the fact that it was, physically a five dollar bill. My mind drifts off for a second with this thought, however, I snap right back, possibly because it was a retarded thought, but maybe because I considered it to be vernacular speech.

"Here you go, sir." I wait for her to ask me what kind of sauce I want. I wait there for what it seems an eternity. It never comes. "Is it innapropriate to ask for sauce?" I think to my self. I am not quite sure. This makes me anxious. I just stare blankly at the window, which she closed not a second ago, or maybe it was years ago. I am not sure. The pain in my body throbs from the kicks and punches. Where am I? Burger King, I supposed. I asked for sauce as I ordered, correct? I did. Check it. No sauce. Have I gone through this process before? I think I have. Now the window has been closed for at least 5 seconds. She opens it. "What?" "I... I'm... not sure. I forgot... oh wait, right. Can I have Barbecue sauce, please?" The question seems to escape her. Has it? Maybe she ignored me. She walks away. She comes back, but her hands have no Barbecuse. Instead, she hands me honey mustard. This'll have to do. "Good night." As I say this, I try to smile. She grumbles back at me. Maybe she meant good night.

I drive away. My brother tells me it is honey mustard. It is now 9:10.14. I am mad...

So that's pretty much my night right there. True story.

The most ridiculous dumbest thing I've ever found on the Internet... this week.

Sometimes the internet baffles me. Actually make that all the damn time...
A human being is the equivalent of around 60 super computers put together. You'd think that is a pretty impressive computational power, but then, a single group of humans create something with such a sheer amount of "retard" in one place that, if retard was mass, it would create a damn blackhole in space.

What am I talking about, you wonder? I'll tell you what. I'm talking about the people over at the Flat Earth Society.

Look honestly, I have absolutely nothing against other people's belief. You want to think the Earth is flat? Go ahead. I'm not against it. That's not even the point, is it? Of course not, you know me better then to get angry over mere things like idiotic beliefs.

Author portrayal or Retard-Black-Hole

No, what bugs me is the fact that on the process of explaining, they manage to sodomize modern science and get their facts almost entirely wrong.

Look, I'm not asking for you to believe in something that is only perfectly logical and explainable. Jeez, I believe in god for crying out loud. What I'm saying is, if you claim to hold all truths known to men, (I'm pretty sure they do on the first paragraph, ahem "Ours is the truth, the truth of the world's flatness, and ours is also the burden of proof.") try at least having the basic understanding of the other people's belief. It's like Christians waging war on Muslims because their beliefs are different and their God is wrong, because we ALL know they worship the same God and that's why the world is a peaceful, prosperous place, such as the middle east.

So in an attempt to civilize the world, (A.K.A Mr. Tize the world) not like the Brits though, I don't take Tea breaks while conquering the world, I decided to rebuke the idiocy in this whole proof of idiotic retardness, and retardness is not even a word, but this is so much of it, it had to be invented. I call creative rights, kinda like Shakespeare but I'm actually being practical, he did it to sound fancy.

Their first proof for Earth's inherit flatness is an experiment conduced by two American scientists by the names of Albert A. Michelson and Edward W. Morley. The Michelson-Morley experiment was looking for the aether, this is correct, (also, ether is a totally different thing, way to mess up your credibility from the retard-start) which is a make-belief substance to explain how light wave (just like all other waves) travels through space, since waves need a medium to travel... or so it was believed at this time. This is about where it all ends, really. The author tells you that the experiment proved the Earth not to be moving still. The experiment simply ruled out the existence of Aether, but not only that, it ushered in the age of Special Relativity Physics (here's another tidbit of nice history you get here sometimes, no?). If this experiment had not failed so damn miserably, Einstein might have never been accepted credibly, or at least not been ruled as the most important theory for metaphysics to this day.

Their second argument... well, argues... that Earth cannot keep moving on forever on a circular orbit on a Universe full of Aether. Do I even NEED to put my finger on this one? We just finished disproving Aether. Seriously, we don't believe in it anymore. Light travels through vacuum because it's a damn mix of particles and wave at the same time (Ok to be more precise, light is a wave that seems to have particles that act like... well particles in it. Light is very unique in our universe, much like water, traveling at the highest speed possible [Addendum: to travel at the speed of light would require infinite energy. Light does it all the damn time. That's pretty cool right?]). Look I missed a month of Physics, and specifically this part, and I still know this. is it that hard to pick up a physics book, you stupid monkey?

Now, I know you were educated in the mid west where they teach you the Earth is the center of the Universe, but I'm almost 102% sure they teach you our orbit is Elliptical, not round, and based on gravity, which acts like a string that causes us to move closer to the sun, then slingshots us away from it, just to pull us back. Which would explain Aether if it was there, and how we maintain our motion. But It still explains a lot of our motion because even though Aether is not there, Space is surprisingly full of say... gases and other material that would eventually slow the Earth down, if it wasn't for the sun spinning us around wildly like a stupid child with a ball attached to a string doing the twister movement.

The third argument is quite possibly the dumbest thing I've ever seen in my life, but this is the one I laughed at the most. It really shows where these people are coming from (the middle ages).
Here's an exert:

"For the person at the top of the world, (the North Pole), gravity is pulling him down, towards the South Pole. But for the person at the South Pole, shouldn't gravity pull him down as well? What keeps our person at the South Pole from falling completely off the face of the "globe"?"

Yes. That is exactly what is posted on the site. No joke. I don't even NEED to get into this one, it's just too easy. But I'll do it anyways, just for the pleasure of it.... No mister un-scientist, a person at the South Pole shouldn't be pushed out of the planet like your house on a tornado. See, the center of gravity of the Earth is located on the Core of the planet.

If you know anything about Gravity, it should be that a mass attracts one another no matter how big or small it is. And if you've ever been on a pool, you'll know, bigger gets more. And if you haven't noticed, the Earth is fairly... um, large, maybe? Yeah. Therefore we're attracted to the CENTER of gravity, which is in Earth's core. Its not a magnet. It's GRAVITY. A bend on the matter of time and space that sucks us in. Too much of it and you create a black hole. Think of the Universe as a blanket. You put something in it, it bends on the direction it pushes against. Put too much and it rips. And then it sucks everything in and spaghetti it with sheer power of destruction so strong not even light can escape it. Unless you're using Brawny, those things will never rip, I swear to god.

Not only that but that explains argument four too. I would NOT fall down through the voids of space because space has almost no matter in it (It is far too spread out to cause any gravity to affect us outside the reach of another objects direct gravity). Not only that, but the Earth's gravity keeps me generally stuck to the ground, because gravity is NOT a magnet, it is a completely different force. One that pulls me inward constantly.

Not only that, but you claim our planet does not work with Thermodynamics on argument five. Honestly, couldn't you at least have looked the definition up at Wikipedia? It's not that hard... In fact it is almost impossible to explain a STATIC, FLAT Earth on Thermodynamic terms, while Oval shaped spinny ball of water Earth actually makes perfect sense.

I won't go into the mechanics and etc of a static Earth or universe under Thermodynamics, but lets just say WE'D ALL FREEZE TO DEATH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the insanity of The Flat Earth Society as much as I did. It's totally awesome, really.

Vroom Vroom

Things Not to do in Traffic:
Learn how to drift


Try drifting a FWD car


Go Streaking
(Censured. Oh god censured, my eyes, oh my eyeeeeeessss... How could you? -ED)
Slow traffic on the left (OK WHEN MY LIGHT IS POINTING LEFT WHEN I'M ON THE LEFT LANE IT MEANS I'M COMING FASTER THEN YOU JESUS CHRIST GET OFF THE FAST LANE YOU IDIOTS ARRRGH).

Just a few things to keep in mind. That is all.

Muay Thai

Everyone does sports. Football, Handegg (I think Americans call this football too, but you know Americans, they can't even spell colour right), BASE-jumping.

I do Muay Thai. Because I like to kick things until my feet are so sore and my veins so popped I can't walk.

A gym so badass they just said Phuket

As Martial arts go, Muay Thai is surprisingly straight forward and focused, concerned mainly in viciously beating the living soul out of your opponents with 8 "limbs," the fists, legs, knees and elbows.

Hurts about as much as you'd expect

As you can see, the average practitioner of the sport is about 5"4, Asian, possibly working dressed as a girl in the evening, and completely able to kick your sorry "Karate" trained butt in a matter of seconds. Which should really make you feel ashamed of getting beaten up by a 15 year old she-boy.

Earnestly speaking, I obviously cannot come near the skill the Thai have, being trained in America, mostly because there are laws against... Um... "training" methods they use there here in the U.S. Also because I haven't been doing it since I'm 2 years old. However, the sport is really a load of fun and I enjoy it. Some people compare it to Sanda, which is Chinese Kickboxing. There are many similarities, however Sanda does not allow to elbow and knee attacks, mostly because Chinese people are wusses (Oooo fake communist government. HA! Wussies)

And in more recent news...

So here are some recent news you may find interesting (at least when viewed in my shoes).

Today, Chrysler filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy. I'm not sure what a chapter 10 or a chapter 12 one is, but chapter 11 sure sounds bad. I mean Harry Potter has like 14 Chapters and its 375239573851289571* pages long. Here's hoping it goes bankrupt so we don't get any more crappy overpriced cars from a company led by less efficient yet more boring Oompa Loompas.

*No, no it's not. You moron.

In other news, today, in an attempt to kill The Dutch Crown, a guy took the way less conventional way of Driving a car through a crowd, killing five people. Sounds scary? Don't worry it's a whole lot more retarded then it seems, just like everything in life. Lets break down the oddities now.

1. The Dutch have a royal family? Holy crap.

2.The man plowed a Suzuki Swift into the crowd. I don't know if you've ever seen a Suzuki swift, but it's a particularly pathetic car. I don't know if you're familiar with an European car. Let me put it this way. You know the SUV your father probably drives because HE'S A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING? Well, that car is about the size of the freaking Lights on your dads EarthMurder car. Running someone over with a Suzuki is like throwing a deodorant stick at a large crowd and actually causing chaos and death. Want me to be MORE Specific? This is literally the Geo Metro. No kidding.

3. The Royal Family was up in a bus. Open deck bus...

4. The guy had no previous history of mental health.

5. He was not armed. And crashed into a monument.

Ok, Number one. Yes, they apparently do. I did not know this. Awesome

Number two is where it gets REALLY interesting. So I'll just mix 2-5 together, follow me here for a minute...

This whole event is retarded in so many different levels, it's actually hard to explain it to you with a serious face. The guy obviously had not planed anything ahead. You do not try to murder the Royal Family with a Geo Metro. You're more likely to receive their express permission to punch them in the scrotum before you ever do that. See, the Suzuki swift is a Geo Metro, which was marketed by GM. So we have a stupid dutch driving an American/Japanese/A ton of other stuff car, making this one of the most multicultural killing machines ever made, driving at a whoping ~40KM/H, running over people and killing them.

Because he wanted to kill the Royal family...

Which he wasn't even aiming at.



And he crashed into a monument...







Also not even close to the bus they were in, which was a giant target.
I'll give you a minute...







Ok, so this story tells me that A. The growing Elderly population of the Netherlands went down by 5 today. Because only old people are fragile enough to die from that. Seriously. Honestly. I don't mean to mock their deaths but you just don't want to put that in your Obituary, kind of like "Here lies Bob Von Dutch, lived a good life, raised 18 children, fought two world wars, killed by a Geo Metro." Thats really sad, I'd hate to have that happen to me.

B. Dutch don't know how to drive.

C. Americans are the cause/solution to EVERYTHING in the planet, especially GM, and...

D. HOW DO YOU MISS A GIGANTIC RED TWO STORY BUS AND HIT A MONUMENT? SERIOUSLY! I mean if you REALLY wanted to kill the Royal family, how about this one: A gun. It's less expensive then a car, more accurate, won't kill innocent (presumably elderly) Bistanders, and wont embarrass the whole Dutch nation in one swift move (I swear to god no pun intended).

My condolences to the families and the Dutch people for their losses, and a congratulations to Mr. Suzuki idiot for proving once again that humanity can be much more stupid then you ever thought possible.

Today was a horrible day for indians about a Half a millenia ago...

And they didn't even know it. April 30th of 1492, our good friend and mass murderer slash slaver Christopher "The D*ck" Columbus received the commission to explore the Indies through the Atlantic from the Queen and King of Spain. Now, I'm not one to make jokes about Genocide. However I'm known for making fun of Genociders (Ed- Thats not a word is it?). I mean, come on. Hitler was a raging homosexual. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Oh besides the fact that he tried exterminating them too. Sorry Nazis but you could be tough, you could be organized, but your boss was the most FABULOUS vegetarian artist turned mass murderer, like, EVEEEER!

Ok but back on topic, even though Columbus didn't kill a bagazillion billion billion Indians on purpose, he did indeed deal in Indian forced labor. And thats a pretty dastardly thing to do. No one likes to be enslaved, specially by some short white guy with a fruity Italian accent. But the man seems to be a nearly accidental killing machine, introducing European diseases onto the Indians, and this one is soooooo much better yet way less well known, ahem, listen to this...

His crew apparently brought back Syphillis to Europe, which may have caused upwards to 5 million deaths. Not only that, but they also brought a plethora of brand new Veneral diseases which were ALL the rage among the ruling elites... and the whores. And pretty much half the population of Europe, including the goats (Ed-You're going to hell for this. You bastard). In fact, if you count the people that died as a consequence of his discovery, then you can count LITERALLY everyone to die since 1492 on the new world, and countless in Europe, including World War one, World War two, and any curent wars that might be going on.

God the guy puts Hitler to shame. I mean this is long term extermination. I hereforth pass a motion to name today, March 30th, Everything in the future is about to go to [crap] because of Columbus, that jerk day.

In Other News...

While reading Times Magazine, which I subscribe to (Take a note ladies, I have good rhetoric, I'm good looking, AND smart, ignore the cynicism please), I came across an article about how the United States could not lose in Afghanistan. Being the genius political analyst and war strategist that I am, I did not bother to read it, however, I looked at the picture, and realized something possibly lifechanging: Holy crap Afghanistan is not just a desert. Shocking, I know. All depictions I've had of this country were lies. Time to sue Charlie Wilson. Or Tom Hanks.... Ok lets settle for Julia Roberts. No one likes her anyways.

This bring up many questions in my head. Like, if Afghanistan is not a crappy desert, does this mean India and Pakistan had been fighting for Kashmir because it's actually a pretty place? So I investigated and discovered ANOTHER amazing revelation: Pakistan is also not a desert! In fact it looks hell of pretty. This means America might not be the only place which is NOT a desert in the world. In fact I looked it up and there's a desert here, so it might actually be the other way around, I don't know. Ok but seriously, I did realize there are other places with beauty in the world (See, that's why I told you to ignore the cynicism), but in a way, Afghanistan has never been portrayed as a place of beauty. No Middle Eastern country has, and maybe that is only because of the fact that they are displayed negatively to western countries.

The media has a huge control over how we think of our own world. It is scary to know that you can fall prey to this control, caught unaware. I've always wanted to travel the world, but to be honest, I had no curiosity about Afghanistan. Now, more then ever, I want to visit those locations in the world no one even knows about. So I bought a NEW book (which makes it 8 books I'm reading right now, once again ladies, take note). This Australian dude travels to these random locations not even he knows the name, the least pronouncable the name the better, and has crazy adventures there not knowing where the bloody hell he is. Although he's Australian and can survie anything, scientifically proven, and so far so good.

Now why the hell did I buy this book? Because 1, I can, 2 I wanted to, and 3, I plan on seeing the world one day. The REAL world, not the made up one everyone knows about like Disneyland, Paris' sewers (French people don't shower or use the bathroom, of course its fake, DUH), and the Brazilian congress (I'm pretty sure its just a warehouse to stuff the huge piles of money our government makes running drugs). I want to see the REAL world, the one where you meet people from those cultures, learn the language, and immerse your self in it. The least commercialized, the most exciting, the real, the dangerous. Life is short, so why not?

Try reading THAT bunch of Nonsense, Stoklosa. It doesn't even follow a rational patter.

-I win.

How to...

In the U.S, there's a particularly high rate on how to spend a free night in jail. Some of them involve evading arrest, assaulting an officer or just being mean to mail-boxes (this may require a baseball bat). However there are always weird laws that will get you arrested if you're pulled over by a semi-pissed off cop. And they will, eventually. Seriously you just don't die without some form of criminal record, I'm pretty sure it was Ben Franklin who said, and I'm paraphrasing this, "You can't be sure about anything in life but death and taxes... Oh and getting arrested, that too."

And I trust his words, the man pretty much founded America (he was a president... right?), plus he got fresh with a lot of French women (I'm sure that's why the French never liked us a lot), a tradition many American High school graduates backpacking still carry on to this day. But WHY did Big Ben (heh It's a British pun, get it?) say such a thing (he did, right?)? I'll tell you why! Because he knew we would have stupid laws that would catch us out of surprise and get us arrested.

I don't mean to pass judgment but I simply want to dwell deeper into why these laws even exist. Such as:

You cannot view Moose from an Airplane.... I cannot find the rationale behind this law. Therefore you must look deeper into why you cannot do this. These things are not outlawed for no good reason. Maybe it has to do with it being illegal to push a Moose out of a moving airplane (airborne not specified). This also means someone did this at one point to usher a law about it, which brings into light the sanity (or lack of thereof) of the Alaskan people...

There are also events in life which our government tells us is actually a lie. And then they proceed to completely contradict them selves for no apparent reasons in a public display of idiocy.

For example, our government repeatedly told us that project Blue Book was to keep track of Soviet technology during the Cold war, however, it seems focused on Alien (rather then soviet) technology. Another example, which is far more retarded and obvious, may be the Arizona Firefighters training manual, which deals directly with... ahem....... and this is not a joke....

UFO encounters. Seriously. Right on the manual. Ok seriously how many times do aliens visit freaking Arizona anyways? Whats in Arizona that seems to be so interesting to Aliens? This is one of the regions with the most reported UFO encounters. Roswell must be full of "Alien" gold and if thats the case, by god, we should start taking advantage of that. Either that, or Nuke Arizona (whats that? we have? Never mind then). No one will REALLY miss it, seriously...
But honestly, what prompts them to have to write about aliens in their manual? I understand wanting to be prepared, they're firefighters after all.

But it does seem silly that Arizona, of all places, would do that, considering its the Alien Meccha of the world, and not only that, but it does seem odd that they'd be descriptive enough to go into how to treat an alien and even what might happen once you get to a crash site.




(Do you even know how long it takes me to upload one of these videos? Ughhh)

How I get things done...

This is not a conventional post. It won't have witty remarks, pictures of Mr.T spread around randomly, narcissistic remarks, or disguised phallic allegory. It won't contain opinions, it won't contain TOO much Logical fallacy. It will be a simple post. A post on how I do things.

If you know me well, and I don't believe you do, you would know I have what I call my Black Notebook. This is where I write down, for lack of a better generalizing word, things. Now, note that the Black Notebook is not actually black in this incarnation. In fact this is the 6th Incarnation of the Black Notebook, So it is Black Notebook #4. (Black Notebook and Black Notebook #0 being the first two, if the math didn't add up)

Here, I write down ideas, any random train of thought that might be salvageable, coherent, or slightly interesting. Sadly I can't refer to my old notes because all of the previous incarnations of these books have been burned. In two different incidents.
You could say I am a man with weird luck. Numbers - to 1 (the first three books) burned to the ground over 5 years ago, when my grandmothers apartment caught on fire. All of my baby pictures, as well as many of my earliest (probably not) good ideas were burned to the ground, as well as most of her worldly possessions.

Book #3 died in a very similar yet almost unbelievably unpredictable way. Book #3 was borrowed to a friend of mine over sophmore winter break. He kept it with him for some time, and took it with him to the exterior. In his journeys, #3 found itself in London. On the Market district, in fact. That same market district that decided to incinerate it self one of these days. It was the day the book was there. In total, the book was burned, as well as nearly fifty Euros and a map, with the backpack.

Now, you're pointing out that it would still leave out #2 and the newest ones. Those are the ones I still have, and which I have been taking ideas out from for these blogs for the last few months. If you love it, you have those books to thank, if you hate it, hint, the newest black book is actually red. You know, in case you feel like you must destroy this plague of bad humor from the world.

Busy Busy...

In life, there are moments a man must take action to change, fix, or shape the world around him. Sadly most fail miserably at it, or, at least disappoint some previously placed standards he must meet according to society. However, going through these processes may also change things positively.

You might be wondering why I'm telling you, the reader,(and i feel it is important to point out you're the reader, you know, in case you didn't know) this. I am in a weird crossroads in my life. Work and School are converging, as well as personal business and, in an ironic twist of events, lately, the government. This has cut down on my time considerably this school year. Thankfully I had predicted this last year, saving me much trouble. I did not pick any honors or AP classes for my Junior year because I knew beforehand just how tumultuous this year would be. I had not realized how much, however.

Thankfully, by the end of spring break all of this is going to be over with, and I will have my free time restored. I personally believe a human being deserves a minimum amount of leisure every day, or at the least every week, he should meet. Currently, I'm behind schedule.

This is all due to the latest happenings in my life. It is odd to think my mom might be moving next year, and that I might finally be living alone, or with a friend. It would be, had this not been the case for most of the year, in a way. Before today, I had not seen my mother in nearly two weeks. I did occasionally meet my brother coming into the house or leaving, but that was about it. Now, I will have more free time. This is due to me doing all I need to for the move early on, opening savings and checking accounts, getting all of my papers in order, registering the car, purchasing several things (not going to list them), and ironically being called for jury duty, which is surprising to me because I thought you had to be a permanent resident (which I am not). Thankfully I was dismissed after 2 days. With this also comes the fact that I will have far more time to actually work on school next year, which is a first in nearly 5 years (since I got to the U.S.A).

I am taking 3 AP classes next year. This requires me to look for another machine to do my work with, because, incredibly, the desktop I have is not managing the already large load of work and use I have put it through this year. That being said, a Netbook (which is a small laptop kind of computer) will also benefit me because it is much more portable. In fact, it is, by all definitions, what portable was meant to be. It has a 10 inch screen, 120GB of HD space, 3 USB entrances, and a Webcam. This allows me to work as well as do schoolwork on this computer from anywhere (assuming I own an internet card, such as the ones Verizon offers). It is also beneficial in case of sudden inspiration bolts I occasionally get, ending the need for my black-book, where I take down all of my ideas.

All in all I am anxious but nervous about next year. I'm not sure why I'd even reveal this massive ammount of personal information on a place as public as the internet, but personally, I do not care. I wish you all luck on your seniour year, and hopefully I'll have some my self...

5 Ways We are more awesome then our ancestors

Every once in a while, word comes of how awesome our ancestors were, and how dumb and stupid and unethic and lost our generation is compared to them. However, they weren't. If anything they were more raging, annoying little pricks then we ever were. Also we have thermonuclear weapons. Ha!

5: Baghdad Batteries

Look i understand, It's an amazing feat that Iraquis so long ago managed to create these batteries. All I'm saying is they're not all that impressive. Actually they're not impressive at all.

The most common theory fluctuating around is that they were used for electroplating, meaning it was used to cover.... Whatever the hell they were covering, with a small layer of... something.

See, It's not even clear WHAT they were for. Although the Mythbusters have shown it to be plausible to electroplate something with these batt

eries, they were too weak to do it by it self, requiring them to be connected in series, which means they have to be connected together... a technological feat not posessed by our ancestors.

Battery here shown doing absolutely nothing useful

4: The Astronaut at Salamanca Cathedral

This is actually intriguing... Well, kind of... maybe. There have always been stories about how Egyptians and Mayans and Chinese folk could so very well read the stars and how they probably recieved help from aliens because god knows only good god fearing white folks from Europe are capable of actually BEING SMART! But this one, this one story intrigued the world for a while. One day, while strolling by the Cathedral, some fortunate fellow found a carving of what seemed to be an astronaut on the Salamanca Cathedral. This included detailed space suit and even boot footprints.

Whats so interesting about this? Well, whats interesting is that this Cathedral is... OLD AS HELL! The Old Cathedral dates back as far as 1100 A.D, which is, as I said before, old as heck. The new one, however, dates back around 1512. Which is still 400 odd years before men ever left the orbit of the planet. This caused widespread amusement and, to be quite honest, a ton of e-mail spam from friends and co-workers that still circulates to this day, such as:

Subject: Space

man Salamanca, Spain cathedral, Circa July 2008

SALAMANCA, SPAIN

The Cathedral was built in 1102

BUT THERE IS ONE LITTLE "SURPRISE" DETAIL

ANY EXPLANATION TO THAT?

And to that I have an answer. Yes, yes, you moron. There is an answer. And no, they didn't predict the awesomeness the future was going to be. You know why that carving is so freaking awesome, in fact? Because... IT WAS MADE IN 1992! As part of a restauration, in which the renovators added their own contemporary symbol, which is a sort of tradition for them. Good going, idiot. Oh, and way to miss the mark... by 16 years.

3: Automated Doors, Steam Engine and the Holy water Vending Machine from Alexandria

Yes, this is a two in one kind of thing. It's like an awesome deal, but kind of not really. The story goes that, the genius mathematician, awesomely named Hero (totally my kids name), invented the prick move. Wait, no, sorry, he invented the vending machine. Which is basically the prick move

Kind of a prick move, Hero

So pretty much, the man invented a Holy Water dispenser. That's right, the ancients were even more evil then you thought. Not only did they suppress womens right, hold slave, and supported torture and racism, but they charged for HOLY WATER. And they made a machine to make DAMN sure of it. Granted, the man was smart, and now you might be wondering, hey isn't this post supposed to talk down and step on ancient people? Yes, but I've never said they didn't have good seeds, no, they had smart people. Oh, but it gets better...

The Man invented the Automated opening door. For a temple. Actually, this guy invented way too much stuff, basically built around his steam engine concept. Wait did i mention the man invented the FREAKING STEAM ENGINE? Basically Romans could have been riding in full fledged cars almost 2000 years ago had they invested in it. Hell, he invented pretty much the world... But, as this article is about how stupid ancient people were, you guessed it, they destroyed the information. Because ancient people were freaking morons, thats why.

2: Air Planes
Wait, WHAT? AIRPLANES you say? Yes, yes I do. According to recent archeological finds, there were a few civilizations that might have achieved flight. Now let me cut this short, because i mentioned this in the beginning of the text. No they did not. Ok? Sorry But they didn't, and thats that. See I ruined it for you before I told you the story, great excuse to use my comedy drums. Ha! Comedy!

(click for Rimshot)

Ahem... anyhow.... Going back to the story at hand, recent scientific discoveries have revealed that ancient man might have had some comprehension of Aerodynamics for flight. These coming from the artifacts that archeologists recently found In Ancient Egypt and South America, One resembling a hawk and one, surprisingly, modern jet fighters, accordingly. Oh my, how amazing, a structurally feasible hawk model that was actually not able to fly because it didn't have tail flaps! There's a very simple explanation for that: Good job science, you found the ancient equivalent to the rich kids... Paper Airplane.

As for the South American civilizations, It is very hard to explain how they could have ever ever designed something as mathematically complex as an aeroplane without any modern technology and primitive math skills... Oh wait, no, they were better at math then we are today, proof in their calendars, perfectly aligned CITIES, incredibly advanced math culture and insanely advanced astrology. No, this has never crossed the mind of a single archaeologist. That they might have made concept airplanes to say... study math.

Ancient Jet fighter... Oh please Come on seriously?

Because they studied a lot of math and wanted to, say, Oh, I don't know, understand the world around them better. No, of course not, they must be either animals or FREAKING JET FIGHTERS THAT ACTUALLY EXISTED! So I guess this one actually goes out to modern scientists for being too dumb to figure out they were smart enough to do math but too dumb to actually makes things fly. Lets call it evens...

1: The Illuminati
Ok, so maybe it's not so ancient, but, the illuminati, around the late 1700s, were sort of a secret organization bent on taking over some eastern European country. In any case, they got banned. And, as any good secret society, they... wait they were banned? They weren't even that secret? They're kind of like the Masons? Ok you already started sucking from the beginning... moving on, they got banned, and as any good society of secret... they disbanded because of that? Wow. Thats kind of lame.

An Illuminati. Hey, nice FUR coat, WUSS!

As you might have presumed by now, there is, of course, a modern(er) equivalent to the Illuminati. Of course they didn't suck and, for all we know, could still exist. I present to you, the Business Plot.

But, MR.T, you might be yelling, that was a conspiracy, not a secret society! Well my friend, it was a society of people looking to kill Roosevelt. Not only that, but this plot was idealized by none other but the richest men and companies in the country at the time, also known as the Snobby Rich People With Nothing Better To do But Overthrow Governments, or the SRPWNBTBOG (actually that abbreviation isn't doing much better then the original sentence), and that my friend, is a society. However, their plan fell appart because they told their plan to a Marine General... who supported FDR.... Openly.

Look, I'm not asking questions, I'd just like to point out that they share the same gene pool as the modern Wallstreet businessmen, and, let me point out this is completely arbritary and up to your own judgement, The Bush Family.

Now, you might be saying, but hey Mr.T, both failed miserably! Well hell yeah they did but ours was a much more awesomely sinister plot with recognizable names of people we elected into those positions by companies that are so called "loyal" to the country, and it almost freaking happened. The Illuminati were just a bunch of smart men sitting down on a room talking about how pompously cute their fur coat looked. The Business plot had Bush and GM trying to take over the freaking world. You figure it out, my friend...

No, I'll do it for you: Modern times STILL kicked ass.

The Philologist, and others...

Ah yes, the philologist.  I don't personally hold the title, or think I am deserving of this title (hell, that'd be slightly narcissist), but I do appreciate the concept. Since I'm in a rather jolly mood, as you can tell by the mere fact I'm writing something,  let alone something that might make sense if you squint your eyes really hard and think for more then, say, 10 seconds,  I'll tell you what the word means instead of sending you off on a dictionary.com quest. A philologist, in the pure meaning of the word, is simply a lover of literature, linguistics (including rhetoric) and learning, as well as a more recent addition of languages.

The second image on google image search for Philologist. Because even an obscure word managed to be degraded into porn on the Internet...

The literal term of Philologist is, interestingly enough, someone that loves to argue. How this translates modernly into lover of literature, learning, or language is rather complicated.  If I had to take a stab at why it turned into this, considering the term is in Hellenistic Greek, and back then, works were conveyed by mouth, loving the original content would mean loving the argument. Over the years the term translated into loving the original work, and more recently, since those works are mostly in obscure, extinct languages, the real philologist has to be quite savvy, or appreciate the original language of the work,  which would make him a lover of the languages in which it is written, at least. Moving on...

To more pressing matters, I want to address my recent lack of... pretty much absolutely anything. In a public blog, quite possibly the most private place to do this, because, as they say, hiding in plain sight is the best form of... hiding? Besides the fact that it makes absolutely no sense, there's about, what, two people reading this including me and my cat*, so its safe to assume no one will read this. Back on track, though, I'm a stubborn person. I hold on to my beliefs and convictions rather stupidly, for lack of better word. Why stupidly? Why, because I rather sacrifice a grade then write uninspired gibberish a 4 year old could come up with.

Plus, I hadn't found a rimshot flash to make my comedy that much better.

*As I finished typing that, my cat left the room, which makes me officially the only person to ever read this blog.

(click for Rimshot)

Ok that wasn't admitedly funny but I totally made a whole post based on a red button for future comedy. Seriously, thats what the whole post was about. Sweet.

A Hiatus.

Writers block suck. Boo! hows two weeks without writing feel? Awesome actually, but thats probably beyond the point. Or exactly the point. I don't know, care, or even actually realize the whole depth of the situation. If there even is one. You're probably not following this anymore. I know I'm not.

Personally, I don't care. I don't know what to write about. Thats right. No clue. Mock me if you will, I'll simply crush you like a fly (mentally).

No, but really. I'm writing about not knowing what to write about. It could be a move of pure genius or proof i really have no clue what to do. Don't think it's a case of laziness. I care about my grade really. However I care about the quality* of writing. I just decided to write. So I thought I'd write the 1st thing that comes to my mind when I see a certain object...

Lays Bag: Vinegar

CD: Girls Girls Girls (the Motley Crue song)

Bag Full of money with the $ sign: I don't have one. It makes me sad.

DVD set of Rome: (censored)

Keanu Reaves: Oddly enough, Time travel. Yes I know you probably think he's just stupid and laugh at his attempt to act. But Bill and Teds Excelent adventures was most excelent.

Ok I'm done. Whatever.

The State of the Union

Yesterday, the Godhead figure (I think he's called Obama?) delivered a less then memorable, forgettable speech about the State of the Union. Surprisingly, It's not Sugar, Rainbows, Spices, and our personal fairies to fulfill our very wishes (which was what most critics expected). But these are unimportant issues the stupid pundits (Heh Oxymorons... By the way this is the second time Blogger spell check has failed. PUNDIT IS A WORD DAMN IT!) can tackle. I will tackle a much more important issue:

How absurdly annoying Nancy Pelosi is. And the other stuff that happened in the speech that caught my attention fleetingly.

Look, I understand that, as the speaker of the house, your job is to... Well honestly I don't know what your job is, and quite frankly, speaking to a house sounds far too insane and Far-fetched a job for anyone to hold...

...Ok I take that back. However Pelosi's first job is obviously not talking to walls in houses. No, her 1st Job is annoying me into oblivion. Seriously she stood up so much she managed to annoy me from several angles...

Look, I tuned in to the speech awfully late. How late? it was ten minutes to the end. You know how many times she stood up in those ten minutes? Nine, and yes, I counted. That's almost one time every minute. This makes me wonder whether or not she was listening to the speech, or cues to stand up and clap. The evidence points to the latter. Why would such a person do so? To boast the morale of the house, its member, and the people watching? One could argue that. But one would be stupid, because one doesn't know the truth. Nanci Pelosi was hired to annoy me. That's right. Her single purpose in life is to make mine hell. She's a fire-breathing, word-spitting, house-speaking, mind-pinching she-devil. 

This is an actual Excerpt from the speech*:

"When I was seven years old, Nation, I had hope! Hope I could change America. However I was pantsed by the local bully, America. But I prevailed, with the Hope of Audacity... Although I wet the sheets tonight, It was quite embarrassing, America... It was."

Then she proceeded to stand up. To annoy me. Oh how i spite thee, Nancy Pelosi...

*Complete bull-feces

But despite Pelosi trying to ruin my mental health, which to be honest, isn't quite as stable as it once was, the speech also had its interesting pieces.

The Highlights:

Obama almost literally Quoting a Chevy commercial... Or Bank of America, I forget. (This is America... Part)

The Camera man for Cspan clapping at the microfone, making a hilariously profane noise

Some guy always coughing and moaning when Obama said Hope

Obama finishing his "Strenght of the Worlds" part of the speech and expecting the house to clap, only to look hilariously confused for a second.

Leonard Abess Jr. looking like he spent his $60,000,000 bonus in illicit drugs.

The most Awkward 3 way hug I've ever seen a 1st lady give, EVER.

Joe Biden Giving Pelosi evil looks and refusing to stand up to clap.

Sadly these totally awesome moments were not enough to redeem the Address to Congress (Why can't he call it a State of the Union when IT IS a state of the union? Is there a State of the Union deposit fund he didn't want to tap into?). Although I enjoyed imagining I could put the quarters in my table on Joe Bidens eyes (They'd fit perfectly in there, yes they would...), that was about the only redeeming part of the speech. It wasn't awkwardly awful like the Bush speeches, it was almost as vague as an Obama speech, naturally, and didn't bolster the intense hilarity and racism of Reagan speeches, or the Epicness of a Roosevelt (both) speech.

If i had to predict, Obama is going to be a mediocre President. And yes, all because his speech didn't have any redeeming comedic value whatsoever.

Oh and Screw you Pelosi.

Water-Polo!*_*

This be Jose E., I'm happy to guest-star in my friend REALLY AWESOME PERSON WHO IS REALLY AWESOME TADEU'S award winning blog for randomness. Anyways, tomorrow is my fist water-polo game of the season( why would u care, well i frankly don't give a &*%^ if you care or not, besides its my post!) hence i decided to talk/ brainwash you with ideas about the sport of water-polo. You could not imagine the Adrenaline rush going through me right now as i write this post and i know it will not be very pleasing for me tomorrow in the game, in fact a quite bloody and painful four 6minute quarters. Although many people think its a kind of laid back, softy sport, those people should immediately be dropped in the middle of the ocean without anything and try to stay afloat for hours while holding one of their arms up high and being repeatedly kicked in the stomach, and then we'll see what they really think of water-polo. The words soft, polite, considerate, clean, and family jewels do not exist in the vocabulary of the water-polo. I am TELLING YOU right now that water-polo is one of the harshest, most spirit-breaking , most unforgiving, dirtiest, nipple twisting, ass pinching... i can go on although i think it might get inappropriate, but the point is that you will respect the water-polo or else! and just to enforce that, here's a picture of Mr. T.:

"I pity the Fool who don't respect the water-polo!"

Anyways, the team at Cypress is looking good for the moment. Our coach has taken the liberty as well as done us a favor to force us to swim for hours until we can't feel our legs and to perform drills where you get harassed more than Bush(although she throws really well- pumped, hard as brick balls at us instead of a shoe, and there is no dodging, her aim is too good!). But I know this hardship will pay-off tomorrow at the game. Coincidentally, we face our toughest opponent, Flannagan high(porque Jesus?? :-( ?) so i ask you, the reader to pray for the team, and luckily, we'll win instead of dislocating any bones, or drowning. Anyways, here's a video about dirty, painful, and immoral fun, go to 1:01(that one really hurts!)

PS. Before you complain, no one dies in the making of this video as well as the actual game play, besides, you actually thought for a moment that I'm as messed up as Tadeu? I would never post a video of someone dying! Jesus!!!
Don't forget to tune into the after shock on Friday for a special report on the Cypress varsity water-polo team.

Tadeu to Jose: I can edit your posts, so for every purposeful misspelling of my name there will be a rainbow on your post. Thats two. Sorry!

With lack of love, and maybe a little bit of spite,

-Mr. T
-And Thank You Jose for the contribution, you're the Greatest/ most brilliant friend ever! I wish I was as brilliant , handsome, and GREAT as you!

P.S: Yeah I enlarged those words for the purpose of hilarity. I laughed.

A Stroke of Luck.

As I'm browsing Slate guffawing at their leftist agenda, I find the only reason I discovered this pathetic website (also known as my home page). Matthew Polly. Who is this mediocre being of questionable name, you ask? Why, he's the author of American Shaolin, one of my favorite books. Why do I care about what he does after he wrote the book? Because his travel accounts are awesome, that's why. So, why am I writing a column about a regular author at a magazine that is unimportant enough not to reach the printed medium? Well, screw you that's why. Oh and secondly, because he is no regular writer for the magazine. He only writes well traveled columns, which come every 6 months from him or so, if not more.

This article is about his visit to St. Petersburg, and Russia in general. At the time of this post, this is still ongoing, as he is updating it throughout the week.

One of the things that attract me about this man (not literally, may I add... I don't ride the rainbow) is his writing style. If you bother reading the article, you'll notice I take much influence from his own works, but quite frankly, I'm 10x better then him*.  I try to emulate in some ways, what goes through my mind in a witty and controversial way, although, to be quite honest, he's still beating me. I do not believe I could conceive a sentence such as "Such was her reputation that an urban legend grew that she had died while attempting sex with a stallion, making her the patron saint of both bad girls and horny horses."†

*Ok probably not...

†"Oh and he got into an orgy (Word History: The word orgy has become connected in the minds of many of us with unrestrained sexual activity, but its origins are much less licentious. We can trace the word as far back as the Indo-European root *werg-, meaning "to do," also the source of our word work. Greek orgia, "secret rites, worship," comes from *worg-, one form of this root. The Greek word was used with reference to the rites practiced in the worship of various deities, such as Orpheus and Dionysus. The word in Greek did not denote sexual activity, although this was a part of some rites. The rites of Dionysus, for example, included only music, dancing, drinking, and the eating of animal sacrifices. Having passed through Latin and Old French into English, the word orgy is first recorded in English with reference to the secret rites of the Greek and Roman religions in 1589. It is interesting to note that the word is first recorded with its modern sense in 18th-century English and perhaps in 17th-century French. Whether this speaks to a greater licentiousness in society or not must be left to the historian, but certainly the religious nature of the word has gone into eclipse.)with 8 people one time. And hooked up with incredibly stupidly ridiculously hot people (read people because he hooked up with more hot girls AND boys than you ever will, ever).  Needless to say he was badassedly awesome." Ok maybe I could make a whole insane sentence though.

Yes. That is Mathew Polly. Did I tell you why he wrote the book? No? Well, to summarize, he felt like learning Kung-fu... first hand, from the Chinese... during the 90s.

He is also my inspiration to many things that I now make a habit in life, such as talking to taxi cabs. Polly always says taxi drivers are the best conveyors of a countries situation and the best description of its people as there can be. I believe this to be true, talking to a taxi cab in Argentina, Brasil, America.  His own ethics inspire mine, taking his own word as law, and holding up to his own morals, all while still being informative, funny, and captivating as a person, and as a writer. He was not afraid of chasing happiness at the cost of endangering his Education, Reputation, Life (dysentery is a female dog).

Now go buy his book. If you MUST read it immediately, you can borrow my old, battered copy, but I'd rather you buy it...

Grrr... I'll bite you. Wait what?

Connan

Just thought this would be funny for all the people around calling me Mr.T. In other news...

Welcome...

So as an experiment that might totally be against class rules, I have decided to allow my friend over at True*Rock*NEVER*Dies to post on my blog. Now now, I know it sounds all "controversial" and "retarded" and what not, but listen, hey, Its my blog. Free speech man, I KNOW MY RIGHTS!

Do not worry, because I know this won't affect the high standards (read: No standards at all) and accurate fact checking (read: do WORK? For a SCHOOL assignment? Are you mad?) that this blog is known for, because I will be personally be reading and checking everything that comes in before it is posted.*

*Um... Ok maybe not.

In any case, I'm sure this will work out fine, and add more interesting topics of intense madness to the fray of non-sequitur (Sequitur shows as incorrect on spell checking: English fail on the part of Blogger.com) senseless posts I make by my self, and maybe even better the reading experience for the one and a half human readers and the Army of murderous ants trying to annihilate me for uncovering their secret biddings on world domination.

Cheeseburger...

...has absolutely nothing to do with this post. However, here's a picture of a cheeseburger:

Moving on, I'd like to talk about Monty Python.  Now, I know what you're saying, "but Mr.T, Whats a Python doing in a Monty... and is this Monty Canadian by any chance?" No, this Monty is not Canadian, and you're a moron. Damn you Rhetoric writing strategy and your stupid questions!

 Monty Python was actually a British comedy troupe that started it all. They were featured on TV at the BBC channel, starting their fame for insanity and non-sequitor comedy, unrelated skits, and dead parrots. On the spirit of lazyness and crappy comedic value because I'm feeling rather unwitty tonight, I'll be making a list of my favorite skits from Monty Python.

#10: Always Look On the Bright Side of life! Always Look on the bright side of death!

Always Look on the bright side of death!

#9: Romanes Eunt Domus 

Reminds me of my Latin Class with Dr. Lyons. No seriously, he threatens us with swords!

#8: I fart in your general direction!

Your Mother was a Hamster!

#7: Knights who say Ni!

"No, Not the Knights who say Ni!"

#6: 'Tis Nothing but a flesh wound! (The Black Knight)

"'Tis Nothing but a scratch!"

#5: Ministry of Silly Walks

Ah, the Ministry of Silly walks. This one is one of my classic favorites.  I really don't think I need to put commentary to the comedic value of this piece. Hey you laughed!

#4: The dead Parrot

It's just sleeping, Really!

#3: Spam

Hey you laughed! 

#2: What have the Romans...

"Yeah reg, remember what the city used to be like."

#1: THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

"NO BODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!"

And Now for something completely different...

The Golf GTI

In accordance to disagree with any and everything David from Burn Out Reviews, and actually proving my point just to be a bitch about it, I decided I will test drive both the Volkswagen GTI 2.0T (MkV) and the Chevrolet Colbalt SS Which packs a 2.0T also. I will compare both cars, in various aspects, not just performance (but hey, might as well push the car, its just a test drive anyways).

I am a stubborn guy, and before I go into this, I will give my pre-test drive veredict: Golf GTI whoops little Cobalts butt.

The VW GTI:

The stats:

200 HP @6000RPM

207 Torque @1800RPM

Mileage: 21 city

31HighWay

Curb Weight: 3100lbs

Transmission: 6 speed Manual(Standard)

  6 speed DSG (Dual clutch sequential manual/Automatic)(Optional)

Base Price: $23,230 (Esserman Volkswagen)

Cargo Space: 15.1 Cubic feet

0-100Km(62MPH):7.2s 6 speed manual

    6.9s DSG 6 Speed

Test Drive: I took the GTI for a quick drive today at Esserman. My first impression was that the car held a lot of power under the hood. And I know it does, because it hides a 2.0l turbo charged in line 4 cylinder under it, and let me tell you, German engineers put that to good use.

The great thing about this car is that it takes no time at all to get used to it. It is a remarkably nimble and fun-to-drive car, the independent suspension isn't too rigit but it isn't too soft either. Steering the car is almost seemless due to the Electro-mechanic steering, and the car has a quick response time. There is almost no lag, and shifting comes naturally. The car offers a great rumble when the throttle is pressed, and the clutch is fine tuned so its not too heavy or too light.

Car lifting wasn't a big deal once you got used to the car, and the great thing about this car is the Gs it can pull in curves.

This car feels like its made for a track. I wouldn't say this if I didn't mean it, but it really does.  This car doesn't have the tendency to oversteer or understeer too much, which is basically awesome for when you're driving performance. The break and throttle are placed near each other to allow for better heel and toe performance driving, and the car is quick to pick up speed if you want to, even at third or fourth gear. The car also responds very well to drifting out in curves, as i was able to control the drift of the car with my left hand (which is injured) easily.

This car also offers an excellent list of optionals, but honestly, I don't care. It's good as it is. Those are only amenities that will weight down the car and distract you from driving it. And that sucks.

Now for the Chevy Cobalt SS

The stats:

HP 260@5300RPM

Torque 260@2000RPM

Mileage: 22 City

30 Highway

Curb Weight: 2975lbs

Transmission: 5 speed Manual

  4 speed Automatic

Base Price:$23,425

Cargo Space:13.9 Cubic feet

0-100Km(62MPH):5.9s 5 Speed manual

(I will test drive this car Sunday, Post comments then)

EDIT: Test drive post poned until i can get my hands on a 1SS, going through test drive scheduling right now.

Into the Wild

This is the story of Alexander Supertramp, real name Christopher McCandless:

http://outside.away.com/outside/features/1993/1993_into_the_wild_1.html

I ran into this when i was a smaller kid (like 6) and always been fascinated by this story.  Although the story ends tragically, he lived his life to the fullest extent of how he could live life. Some would say burning your money and leaving your Datsun behind and calling your self tramp everywhere you go doesn't sound all that awesome. Those people are stupid, have you ever driven a Datsun? You would leave yours behind too, trust me.

But in all seriousness, this is an amazing story of altruism and happiness, even when leading a simple life. He barely believed in any material possession, and he still managed to live a full life. I do not feel sorry for his death, and in fact like to think he would have liked to die in a manner similar to this. I know he suffered much in his last moments, and that his death is entirely because of his own stupidity (Hey he did drive a Datsun after all), but I can't shake the feeling that what he did was the rightest thing in the world.

Everyone should live a life like Supertramp. Not in the nomadic, leave all temporal possessions behind and die in Alaska kind of life. But people should live the ideal behind his life. Live life to the fullest doing what you truly want, and helping others, being an altruist not an egoist, and pursuing happiness to death. If you do not want to live in society, then don't struggle with it. Let go, never hold on, always take a chance. It may have killed him, but in a way, it saved him. Money, intelligence and security did not make him happy, and he simply let it go like this, though society tells you this is how you live, and if you do not live this way, you will not live period. He proved them wrong, but ironically, right at the same time.

I think his struggle touched a deep problem in society. The fact that we promote freedom and equality for others, that we call for our selves to pursue our own happiness and our own path, however, we hypocritically only present one path, the path for material, even fake happiness. We not only scoff, but hide the possibility of true happiness being found outside the disconcerting greed of the capitalist machine. Maybe it is a misguided path, the one he took. I do not believe in Communism like he did, but I do believe we are entitled to seek happiness the way we see it, not the way we are presented to it, and no one should have the right to stop us, to scoff at it, to try and stop it.  No one should be able to tell us what's for our own good or not, when it is not interfering with any other persons personal freedom. Why should I not be allowed to live in a public street if this is the way i envision happiness? Simply because someone who does not believe it is the way life should be lived, or because they do not find it pretty, I should be forced to comply with them? Isn't that, in principle, denying me my rights to live out of this society?

Then why don't we follow our own principles? Why do we refuse to give the liberties to people who we our selves say they are entitled to? Is it, then, human nature to force onto others our ideas and opinions? Isn't that much like religious oppression? Idealistic oppression? Aren't we supposed to be more like Supertramp, living our ideals without ever censuring others? Aren't we supposed to be against this hypocrisies? Why do those who cope with the struggles of modern society get the say on what others say, the ones who set the rules of right and wrong, and the others get the shaft? Vagrants, in general, do not do much harm. It is true some cause trouble, but that is because they are not by choice vagrants and runaways, but by necessity. There are always troublemakers in any part of society, like for examples 92% of the people in Weston.*

*Probably actually true

I think it is a hive mind idea that vagrants are ugly, foul smelling rejects of society that should be dealt with. But that is the wrong view. If you read the book, or watch the movie, you will know that vagrants and social rejects can form their own beautiful culture, such as the desert culture, and live full filling lives without having to adapt to a society they do not agree with.

On a lighter note, I am glad I live where I live in the time I am living. I very much love society, even if sometimes it feels like I should just go out and be. And I know I will do that, as I have done before, because there is something beautiful about not being attached to the world that one cannot feel unless they abandon any idea of possession. I think all of us should try it someday.

Links:

Into the Wild (movie)

Into the Wild (book): By Jon Krakauer

P.S: Sorry for the lack of Images.