Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Foundations Vol. I

     John was a lucky b*stard. How he had managed to get by the CFO's questions about his little project was beyond him. He was still being investigated, but the investigation would be a lot lighter now and the suspicion was mostly gone. Unfortunately for you guys, the story isn't about what he did to get investigated. That's a long, hilarious story with tons of corporate failures, drugs, and people in bars with strange accents. You guys probably would have liked that story, but this one's a little different.
     John is a corporate desk jockey. He makes a fair asum of money, enough that he has to wear a suit and tie everyday. Usually, the suit was black and the tie was red. He has a brass clock on his desk with a revolving base. If we did a little digging in his mind, we'd see that he's gone to church his entire life, and that his parents had decent jobs. He doesn't remember what those jobs were, but they paid well enough. He and his brother got new toys on their birthays and at Christmas, and they always had enough food and were warm. Hs parents argued about money occasionally, but they were usually pretty nice people. They donated to the church on Sundays and threw a one or a five in the buckets of Salvation Army Santas occasionally.
     John looked at the clock, swore, and packed his work laptop into his leather satchel. He would have to work at home tonight, and that put him in a bad mood. As he walked towards the parking garage his car was in, he saw a homeless man on the street with a cardboard sign. He passed by without even reading what it said. He wondered for half a second about why the guy was homeless, and mentally decided he probably spent all his money on drugs and couldn't pay the rent. He got into his car and started driving home to his loving wife and kids.

Ten Things That Aren't True about Me

First and foremost: I'm smart. Nope, at best I have a really good memory and at worst I got lucky. My essays have perfect grammar and spelling, but they don't really say all that much. I only remember grammar and spelling becuase it was pushed into my head so hard by my sister, and anyone can learn if somethin's pushed at them hard enough.
Second: All my music sucks. Believe it or not I like a fair amount of modern pop music; I just feel like crappy 80's stuff in school.
Third: I'm good at music. A lot of people have me confused with my sister on this one. I hate playing most instruments and singing for anything other than comedic purposes.
Fourth: My handwriting is always complete garbage. Truhfully, my handwriting only sucks when I know no one will ever be using it again; if you look at forms filled out by me they're usually nearly perfect.
Fifth: I'm fantastic with computers. Nope, in reality I just know stuff that can be taught in three minute youtube videos.
Sixth: I hate school. To be honest, the past two years have been a thousand times better than elementary and middle school.
Seventh: I always say what I mean and mean what I say. I flub words so often that I shouldn't count as fluent in English, and a lot of times people get mad over it. Typing is the only time I mean what I say.
Eighth: I don't have many friends. You guys just don't know them, they uhhh live in....Canada. Yeah, Canada.
Ninth: I'm in ISIS. Nope.
Tenth: I hate America. Admittedly, I hate some of the things America has done and some of the things it is doing. I hate how it forgets it ahd concentration camps, and how it ignores the fact that France basically won its Revolutionary War for it. However, I on't hate the country. Everyone, everything, and every place on Earth has its flaws, and the US's flaws, while immense, are still lower than many other countries.

Monday, January 11, 2016

What I don't Know About Life

     And everyday I ask myself
What is it I'm to know?
Do I learn to improve myself? 
Or Do It Just for Show?

Must I know to Cook And Clean ?
To add subtract and multiply? 
Must I work hard, keep myself lean?
Or should I simply lie down and die?

What On Earth am I to DO?
What on Earth am I to SAY?

Shall I be a businessman?
Add numbers, grey my hair?
Shall I run a hot dog stand?
Leave nothing for my heir?

What the H*ll's the Point of Life?
To err and Learn?
To win against strife?
Or is it just to have a time not caring what I earn?

TLDR
What to do with it.

Why The NRA Sucks

     Notice: This is at least sort of a rant.
     Now that Zach's angry, let me just say that this article has relatively little to do with guns. If Howitzers and RPG's were made mandatory in every household in the United States, the NRA would still be one of the worst groups of people involved in government. Now, let's get to why that is.
     Which is more important, the First Amendment or the Second Amendment? If all guns are outlawed and made illegal, there are replacements. Humans have spears, cannons, harpoons, knives, and many other tools with which they can kill one another. However, if free speech is banned, there is literally nothing else that can replace it. Why did I ask this question? Because the NRA prevented the CDC from receiving funding for research about guns. Whether you are pro-gun or anti-gun, shouldn't every human have the right to know what things cause gun violence? There was an actual ban on gun research, and it was extended shortly after the Charleston mass shooting because "'Guns aren't a disease'" Though this is technically true, mental health issues are, and the entire purpose of the government (in theory at least) is to protect and serve its people.
     This is a question for gun owners and NRA members: what is the NRA to you? Is it a structure representing justice, truth, and liberty? Is it protecting your right to bear arms? If these were true, why does its website have a "best value" membership pricing like so many websites trying to mooch money off of the average American? If it really were such a great representative of the American people, why does over half of its funding come from gun companies? and why is its revenue directly linked to theirs? Though this doesn't completely prove anything, it certainly isn't a good sign for who the NRA actually represents. Gun companies are not the average American, they're companies. If Wal-Mart, McDonald's, and Target funded over half of a group fighting against bills raising the minimum wage to "prevent price raises for the average American", does that group actually have the American's interests at heart?
     The NRA is pretty awful. They limit funding that would (hopefully) help prevent mass shooting, and they likely only exist to keep gun sales high. I can at least understand why some people want access to all the guns they could ever want, but I will never understand why gun owners think these politicians actually care about them.