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A bit of Sagely Advice: Hate is bad! duh.

You would think that by this time our society would have progressed beyond the need for sexism, racism, bigotry, hate, etc. But alas, we seem stuck in a neverending spiral of self-destruction.

Why do we do this?
- Misinformation? Perhaps.
- Upbringing? Possibly.
- Personal Experience? Doubtful.

So lets examine what is the science behind this.
Lets start out with one, What is Racism?
Hating an entire group of people based simply on their Race.
How might someone come to be "racist"?
Probably due to negative stereotypes.
What is a stereotype?
A generalization of an entire group based on the characteristics of some(or maybe even none).

Now to the interesting part: Deciding whether or not stereotypes are a bad thing.
If they are wrong and negative, then they are most certainly bad. But not all stereotypes are bad, for instance: I bet you won't eat at a Popeyes if you don't see atleast one black person working in the kitchen ( I won't! ). Are black people something that has been scientifically proven to be a necessity at Popeyes? No, but I did try Popeyes once with no visible black people and I got food poisoning. So this stereotype is more or less a "safe bet issue". So yes some stereotypes are ok, and can save lives.

What I can't deduce is why people take stereotypes so far as to start hating an entire group!
Just doesn't make sense!
All people need to learn to be proud of who they are and what they are without feeling the need to destroy all others in their wake.
Maybe my words will change something... More than likely though, no one will read this, but I certainly hope someday there will be no hate.
Till then, can we at least attempt to keep flammable objects away from people who can't spell flammable. I have a feeling that couldn't hurt the situation.

Why I can never be a the Supreme Emperor of Earth or even a mere dictator.

I noticed a correlation today.
And I think it is a little more than coincidence.

Every time someone in history has done anything great, be it greatly good or greatly evil, it has always be behind one thing...
Amazingly recognizable facial hair!

It's true!
Science: Einstein!
Psychology: Freud!
Pillaging: Leif Ericson!
Privateering: Edward Teach!
Being Tom Selleck: Tom Selleck!

See the connection?

Here is a visual explanation... would any of these men have managed to do anything without their facial hair?
I think not! Perhaps if only someone had thought to shave them sooner.

And this, my friends, is why I will never amount to anything truly great.
I cannot grow any facial hair of note.
Hell, I can barely grow facial hair at all!
And depression sinks in :(

You know what really grinds my gears?

I am an incredible, massive hypocrite. If you could convert Rosie O’Donnell’s weight into hypocrisy, then that would be right around the level of hypocrisy that I’m at right now. Do you, dear reader, know why I’m such a hypocrite? I’ll tell you: I hate blogs. I think they’re incredibly self-centered and egotistical. They’re the perfect tribute to self-important vanity—kind of like Jack Thompson, or Sarah Palin.

Your typical blogger is a 25-year-old man, living in his Mom’s basement, talking about how much he hates going outside, or asking people whether they think he should pull his hair back into a ponytail. I’ll give you a hint, dude: Nobody cares. Not even a little bit. It’s just you babbling about unimportant things in your unimportant life, and the world would be a more peaceful place if you would just shut your mouth, or cut off your fingers, or whatever it is that you have to do to stop bothering us. You telling the Internet what you think about the latest book or TV show won’t change anything in the world; it’s just going to make you feel like you’ve accomplished something, when in reality you’re still just an empty, hollow excuse for a human being. In short, blogs are a complete and utter waste of time, and we should all be ashamed to be even slightly involved in any of this. (P.S., definitely go for the ponytail, man. It spells “class” with a capital "C" and the ladies will love it.)

With that said, not all blogs are completely worthless. Certainly, I exclude this particular blog from the list. Its writers at least use humor, and the gods know it’s a veritable treasure trove of important, life-altering advice. And as far as I know, Darth Hurley does at least shower more than twice a week—so we’ve got that going for us, which is nice.

In any case, I’ll be writing more in the times ahead.

P.S., it’s my birthday, so please be gentle.

Songs about Places.

A once old dream of mine was to take a road trip to all the places some of my favorite songs talk about or mention..but it would be hard to do because some of them are on another continent. But anyways in no order here are some songs about some places...

1) San Simeon- Goldfinger (I google earthed this place..and its B-E-A-Utiful!)

2) To Ohio- The Low Anthem

3) All these are Rancid songs..

    A) Olympia, Wa

    B) Journey to the end of East Bay (one of my 

          favoritesongs ever!)

    C) New Orleans (Suprise!!)

4) Back in the USSR- The Beatles

5) California Sun- The Ramones

6) Gainesville Rock City- Less Than Jake

7) Sweet Home Chicago- The Blues Brothers(I can't

    remember who does it orginally)

8) Made in N.Y.C- The Casualties

9) Holiday in Spain- Counting Crows

10) Vegas- Sara Bareilles

11) Sodom, South Georgia- Iron & Wine

12) These are all Coldplay songs

      A) Amsterdam (Not really about Amsterdam..but I would like to go there!)

      B) Lovers in Japan
      C) Cemetaries of London
13) Warwick Ave- Duffy
14) San Fransico- Each Passing Day
15) Australia- The Shins
16) Liverpool 8- Ringo

Ever thought about the afterlife? Here is how I think it should be.

I figure the vikings had the afterlife pretty much pegged.
A land of endless partying, battle and a goat that had mead-giving utters.
Pretty smart dudes, those norse.

I think that is perfect, just some details need to be given:
Imagine a world in which you awake upon you're glorious death.
A world of clear blue skies and lush green hills and meadows.
A land with streets of golden bricks
A place full of the greatest hero's to be introduced to the earth.
A world under constant siege!
A world you are forced to constantly drink and fight a never-ending and relentless enemy.

I give you the perfect afterlife, I GIVE YOU...

VIDEO GAME VALHALLA

You remember death at the hands of your enemy yet somehow consciousness returns. Slowly your eyes open to the see a beautiful pixelated sky. The warcry of the Ghost of Sparta splits the serenity with a notice of an impending attack!
*dramatic monotone music picks up pace*
A man who was once nothing but a Dream of the Fayth asks if you will lead the army assembled as a resistance...

- --Accept---
----Deny----

Press Start To Play

Hey, it could happen! I don't see your afterlife proposals being anymore probable!

Reading leads to knowledge, and Knowledge is POWER!

Holy crap I just realized I could change the font! SCHWEEEEEEET

But that is all beside the point.

Today I'm talkin' about books. I effin love books.
Love to read books
Love to hold books
Love to own books
Love to gently caress books in candle-lit bedrooms.
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Sorry, lost my train of thought there... Oh yea, books.

Today I finally figured out my less than pride-filled pattern: 2/3
What do I mean by this? I only truly enjoy 2/3 of a literary piece. If it's a series, I'll get 2/3 of the books out of the way, then either struggle to maintain interest enough to finish, or more than likely give up and come back later. If it's a single book, I'll get 2/3 of the way through it then usually be frustrated by it until I get to the end.

I don't really know why, but it is frustrating. People must think I read a hell of a lot more books than I really do. I always have different books in hand for this very reason.
Truly, this is a severe blow to my pride.

Certain books I can make it all the way through once without ever losing the ever evasive interest. But if I go to reread... In a fashion resembling "making up lost ground", I usually can only get through like 1/4 or if I'm lucky 1/3.

For examples: Dune = great book; loved it
Dune Messiah = great book; loved it
Children of Dune = great book; loved it
God Emperor of Dune = seemed alright; could not quite finish
Heretics of Dune = remains untouched on my bookshelf
Chapterhouse: Dune = as untouched as the blinker in an asian woman's car

Another example for the latter case: Moby Dick = the favorite book of my youth
Moby Dick (revisited) = Got up to the part when Ahab makes a deal with the crew, then just couldn't pick it up.

Random insert of Awesome: "In ole Norse times, the thrones of sea-loving Danish kings were fabricated, saith tradition, of the tusks of the narwhal. How could one look at Ahab then, seated on that tripod of bones, without bethinking him of the royalty it symbolised? For a Khan of the plank, and a king of the sea, and a great lord of the Leviathans was Ahab." That is a quote from Moby Dick that I find pretty effing sweet and thought the world should share my opinion or be put to death...that is all
We now return to your regularly scheduled blog...

Perhaps there is a way to restore the passion!
Perhaps if I took two great pieces of literature and ruined them both in an attempt to fuse them... I give you: MOBY DUNE!

Ahhhh, YES. That's the ticket!
I would read this!
ALL OF THIS!
It is so perfectly bad, that it must be utterly brilliant.

And by the way... Hollywood, again You Are Welcome.