Monday, June 28, 2010

Facebook

For me, Facebook is a mostly pleasing division.  I play games, I make friends, I share views, I argue, I make quips, I get quipped. Not a problem. What does cause me problems is the people who take this whole thing so seriously enough to get angry.  It is real easy to just hide or delete someone from Facebook. You are offended, you filter it.

Personally, I don't really believe that any Republican has any common sense. I am sure that there are many Republicans who disagree with that statement. Hey, it is cool. Turnabout is fair play. What really mystifies me is when people get so worked up that they have to attack my comments, ideas or philosophy personally. This is about as public as I get, and I doubt a lot of people pay much attention to me. But! I want to make a statement to all people on the Internet, Facebook in particular.

We are talking about the USA.  That gives me the right to express any view I like. (There are limits, I agree, and I am 100% in agreement with these social mores.)  What I don't think is responsible is for jumping in with your 2 cent jack boots and telling me that I am totally wrong.  You do not have that right.  If you try to censor me, you will try to censor someone else, and then we have a tyranny and not a democracy.

Disagree if you must, I listen, but when you disagree and you don't listen, then there is something wrong with YOU.  (Don't get angry with me, just go away!)  Enough people do this and I am talking to myself.  If enough people disagree with  you, then you are talking to yourself.  Wise up.  Use this place and Facebook to learn not fight but discuss and share ideas.  If you are such a small individual that you cannot offer up a good enough argument to prove me an idiot then STFU.  You have no right, no matter who you support or what your family may be doing. What the hell have you done?

Keep it sane.  If you have no personal stake in this countries fight, I don't want to hear your criticisim.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Conspiracy for World Dominion

The Chatholic Church denies it's deciples birth control. Anyone who marries outside o the Catholic faith, must have the prospective spouse sign a statement vowing to raise all children in the Catholic faith. The intent is obvious, overpopulate the world with little Catholics who won't practice birth control!  Isn't it a shame that the Vatican was unable to convert every single Chinese?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Japanese Word of The Day "Shigataganai"

Shigataganai. That is a Japanese word. It is kind of fun to say really. Break it down to sylables. Shi-ga-ta-ga-nai. Keep the intonation flat, give each sylable equal length and stress. Now say it Shi Ga Ta Ga Nai. Feels good in the back of your throat, doesn't it?




Now, what it means. It means "It cannot be helped." "Que Sera Sera" "What will be will be." You can believe things happen for no reason what so ever. You can figure that they happen for a specific purpose. You can believe that all is random, chance, that is really doesn't make a damn bit of difference one way or the other. You might be the one that stands in the middle of the street with the rain pouring buckets down on your head screaming, "WHY ME? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!"



I think things happen for a reason. You know, a place for every thing, a thing for every place. For instance, you are standing in line at your local supermarket. You aren't in any particular hurry, but you don't want to stand in line all day. There is an odd old lady in front of you. She is wearing a shaggy, dirty coat and carried a monstrous old purse. Has one thing on the counter, you have two, in the back of your head, you think that your are nearly outta here and on your way to where ever it is you happen to be going. That is when it happens. She has a total of a dollar and seven cents. That is when she starts digging in this huge bag for change. At first it is a quarter, then a dime, a nickel of two, then suddenly, she is pulling out pennies. One at a time. STOP!, I'LL PAY FOR IT! JUST MOVE! But you don't. You stand there, getting hotter and more pissed by the clink of each penny on the counter.



Here is where Shigataganai comes into play. It cannot be helped. Maybe, just maybe, this extra minute, maybe ninety seconds that holds you up could be doing one of two things. One, when you leave the supermarket, jump into your car and get stuck at all the lights before you can get on the highway and off to where ever the hell it was that you were headed to, you missed the big guy driving the Volkswagen mini-bus who dropped his cell phone, and bent down to pick it up, swerving over the center line just where you would have been ninety seconds ago. Whew! That old lady with the bag of pennies just saved your life! And you were pissed at her! Imagine that! Or, on the the second thing that could happen. You get in line in front of the old lady, you rush out the door of the supermarket and run right into a gang banger heading into the market. You piss him off, and he pounds the shit out of you.



Now think about it. Did the old lady save your life, or because she got held up by someone who was trying to help her decide which can of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup was the freshest, the reason you got your ass kicked?



Everything is so easy to understand in retrospect. You just have to remember tho, don't think about it too much, you'll start to analyze everything. Just remember one thing. Shigataganai.

Japanese American Idol

I was invited by a Japanese friend to a free outdoor concert today. I got to the spot on time, but the bands were behind and I had to wait over an hour for my friend to get his equipment set up so he could play for about 20 minutes.  After he was finished playing, he asked me what I thought. I told him that he could probably make it on the season's first show of American Idol, but I wasn't sure if he'd get any further. He took it as a compliment. I'm glad I didn't lie.

Digital vs. Analogue TV

  Let me get this straight. We have wireless internet, wirelsess phones, wireless remotes, wireless printers, faxes and music. Now, they force me to ditch my wiresless TV and pay for them to bring me a wire into my house so I can watch TV. Boy, this is really starting to make sense now, isn't it?

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65 year old disabled veteran.