I have this independent candidate I am going to encourage voters to write-in at the polls: John-Barack Hussein McBama.
A quick look at all you need to know about McBama:
-McBama is not completely hopeless with technology.
-He was a POW during every single war this century.
-He is also a woman.
-McBama's father was a goat ball-licker on an obscure tropical island, and even though he really had nothing to do with McBama's upbringing, somehow he makes McBama the better candidate.
Not only did he travel and meet leaders in Europe, he went to:
-Middle Earth. Has the hobbit vote.
-Hell. Satan likes him.
-Heaven. God said okay too. (Hurricane destroying McCain's photo op, a coincidence? NOT)
-he was a POW during every single war this century
-McDonalds agreed to do a special McBama sandwich promo. His face is grilled on the patties, and the sandwich tastes like democracy.
-His VP pick's daughter is not pregnant. But if she is, then McBama is proud to say that she is keeping the child.
-he was a POW during every single war this century
-He shits Hope after breakfast
-He shits Change after dinner
-He grew up in [insert your hometown here].
-McBama is not a secret Muslim. He's a secret Protestant, but that's the good kind of religion here in America.
-His wife is hotter than Cindy and Michelle combined.
-Did I mention that he was a POW during every single war this century? I forget.
So vote McBama: Candidate of Everything That Is Frickin Awesome.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
know it all
And when you trust your television,
what you get is what you got,
cause when they own the information,
they can bend it all they want.
When I started watching the news more and sustaining my interest in the world beyond high school, guitars, and college prospects, I had one goal in mind: to become well-informed. I wanted to know what the hell I was talking about when I wrote SAT essays on crap that I had previously only vaguely pieced together that week using Wikipedia. I wanted to understand, especially, the world of politics.
Becoming a little more "well-informed" proved harder than I thought. But I wasn't getting sick of reading or watching the news all the time-- I love the media. It was more because I was starting to notice the media spoon-feeding me stories coated with a substantial layer of bullshit. To watch the news isn't enough to be well informed. Nearly every piece of news is to some degree editorialized; but that I don't blame, since everyone has their personal opinion. It's those whose primary jobs are to inform, yet they have no problem being outlandishly opinionated with illogical arguments that I can't stand. Especially on political topics, it's like some media outlets only stand to help a specific party or politician get the spin they need to convince average citizens however dishonest the arguments can be. In this age of America's dependence on mass media, it's depressing that the media people, especially those on TV, actually knowingly choose to bend facts to their political leanings at all. People are making choices shaped by the information they're given, and that does include voting. So much for democracy.
Initially, I thought this was all just a great distraction to becoming a little more aware and informed as someone who is soon going to be able to vote, but apparently it is a reality to live with and learn from. I can't really trust some news programs to tell me anything useful straight off the bat; I have to just keep observing mainstream media as a whole and how certain outlets present the news and formulate my own speculations on certain topics and people with regard to what the media has done with the news. My goal of being well-informed doesn't simply comprise just hearing about what's going on in the world anymore-- I want to always see how stories are reported, and which parts of the report affect how people perceive it.
what you get is what you got,
cause when they own the information,
they can bend it all they want.
When I started watching the news more and sustaining my interest in the world beyond high school, guitars, and college prospects, I had one goal in mind: to become well-informed. I wanted to know what the hell I was talking about when I wrote SAT essays on crap that I had previously only vaguely pieced together that week using Wikipedia. I wanted to understand, especially, the world of politics.
Becoming a little more "well-informed" proved harder than I thought. But I wasn't getting sick of reading or watching the news all the time-- I love the media. It was more because I was starting to notice the media spoon-feeding me stories coated with a substantial layer of bullshit. To watch the news isn't enough to be well informed. Nearly every piece of news is to some degree editorialized; but that I don't blame, since everyone has their personal opinion. It's those whose primary jobs are to inform, yet they have no problem being outlandishly opinionated with illogical arguments that I can't stand. Especially on political topics, it's like some media outlets only stand to help a specific party or politician get the spin they need to convince average citizens however dishonest the arguments can be. In this age of America's dependence on mass media, it's depressing that the media people, especially those on TV, actually knowingly choose to bend facts to their political leanings at all. People are making choices shaped by the information they're given, and that does include voting. So much for democracy.
Initially, I thought this was all just a great distraction to becoming a little more aware and informed as someone who is soon going to be able to vote, but apparently it is a reality to live with and learn from. I can't really trust some news programs to tell me anything useful straight off the bat; I have to just keep observing mainstream media as a whole and how certain outlets present the news and formulate my own speculations on certain topics and people with regard to what the media has done with the news. My goal of being well-informed doesn't simply comprise just hearing about what's going on in the world anymore-- I want to always see how stories are reported, and which parts of the report affect how people perceive it.
Monday, July 7, 2008
a speck as large as the universe itself
i was reading shadow puppets by orson scott card today. Pretty good so far-- it's a fantastic continuation of the story of Bean, child genius who helped save the Earth from an alien species and later its own human evil, manifested mainly in the form of this other psychopath of a boy, Achilles. (It's hard to explain briefly-- it's a really really long story, but I highly recommend this extraordinary series.) Anyway, I got to the part where Bean and Petra go to Anton. Anton gets into this entire explanation of being human and why we struggle so hard to survive, only to die a few years down the line anyway. He basically said that humans want to live because they are bound to an innate desire to connect with others, and somehow have a part in the web of life. We create bonds with others, create societies, and even go on to commit ourselves to a partner with whom we cultivate an entirely transcendant level of intimacy. Then we have children, live on immortally through our progeny who in turn pass down their genes to the next generation.
An all this time that I read and processed what Anton was saying, I couldn't help think of Camus's bleak take on life from The Stranger: Some things happen for no reason and the world is often times just a chaotic ensemble of events where humans just try to find reason and order. Somehow I feel like Anton is spot on about people, but another cold, cold part of me just believes that Camus has it right. Sometimes I feel like the universe is just some crazy joke of an organic system that came to be, and humans are the silly little specks who think they're at the center of it all with no other mission than to be immortal through reproduction, when in fact there's no meaning really except to go along with the life cycle and do as nature sees fit, whether it calls for the our existence or not.
In the end, every individual comes and goes, maybe leaving a mark among the human race through accomlishments that are worthy of society's attention, but even that is unimportant if humans all die off due to a huge asteroid hitting Earth by natural chance. Whoever set the world record for eating the most peanuts in 2008 won't matter in the next year or next day), and whoever Mozart was doesn't matter in the same way it did during the Classical period, and won't matter at all maybe in the year 3156. We don't talk about the great General Washington and his service to his country all the time; rather we talk about that clip of Bill O'Reilly blowing up on Inside Edition or that really important job interview or that crazy thing Bobby did that got him expelled. Everything is about what happens to us and interests us individually, and we're all so damn self-absorbed we don't see anything else. We don't see that once we're gone, nobody's going to really care that we existed, eventually.
And that I unconciously fear most I think. Just the notion that I could die today or 30 years from now, but my impact on the world could only be so large. That's how self-absorbed I am, how much I matter to myself. In time, I will fade, and the people of the future (far or near) will have better things to talk about than whatever I did with my life. That's why I want to succeed and make a difference and be remembered. The only way to exist long after my death is to have an impact that makes lasting ripples throughout time and humanity.
While I so frequently look at life in that terrible light, just contemplating it that way makes my pulse quicken. I'm trivializing life that way, telling myself that i'm as insignificant as long as others forget me. It's weird, I try to tell myself that life is significant, just as Anton explained. Life is only as extraordniary as you make it because, existing as a human, you have the power to create significance, whether or not it's significant to others. It's really all mind-boggling to me..
An all this time that I read and processed what Anton was saying, I couldn't help think of Camus's bleak take on life from The Stranger: Some things happen for no reason and the world is often times just a chaotic ensemble of events where humans just try to find reason and order. Somehow I feel like Anton is spot on about people, but another cold, cold part of me just believes that Camus has it right. Sometimes I feel like the universe is just some crazy joke of an organic system that came to be, and humans are the silly little specks who think they're at the center of it all with no other mission than to be immortal through reproduction, when in fact there's no meaning really except to go along with the life cycle and do as nature sees fit, whether it calls for the our existence or not.
In the end, every individual comes and goes, maybe leaving a mark among the human race through accomlishments that are worthy of society's attention, but even that is unimportant if humans all die off due to a huge asteroid hitting Earth by natural chance. Whoever set the world record for eating the most peanuts in 2008 won't matter in the next year or next day), and whoever Mozart was doesn't matter in the same way it did during the Classical period, and won't matter at all maybe in the year 3156. We don't talk about the great General Washington and his service to his country all the time; rather we talk about that clip of Bill O'Reilly blowing up on Inside Edition or that really important job interview or that crazy thing Bobby did that got him expelled. Everything is about what happens to us and interests us individually, and we're all so damn self-absorbed we don't see anything else. We don't see that once we're gone, nobody's going to really care that we existed, eventually.
And that I unconciously fear most I think. Just the notion that I could die today or 30 years from now, but my impact on the world could only be so large. That's how self-absorbed I am, how much I matter to myself. In time, I will fade, and the people of the future (far or near) will have better things to talk about than whatever I did with my life. That's why I want to succeed and make a difference and be remembered. The only way to exist long after my death is to have an impact that makes lasting ripples throughout time and humanity.
While I so frequently look at life in that terrible light, just contemplating it that way makes my pulse quicken. I'm trivializing life that way, telling myself that i'm as insignificant as long as others forget me. It's weird, I try to tell myself that life is significant, just as Anton explained. Life is only as extraordniary as you make it because, existing as a human, you have the power to create significance, whether or not it's significant to others. It's really all mind-boggling to me..
Sunday, May 11, 2008
It's An Eagle
One of those things unconciously added to my unconcious "To Do Before I Die" list..
To learn how to make one of these:
Salutations
This is my first public blog.
I have no idea what I shall do with it.
It was kind of hard even coming up with a suitable name for it. So for now, the url is stacymoon.blogspot.com, and the blog is officially, The Moon.
If I should come up with something that is actually clever, then I'll change it. But for now, I am utterly uninspired, without a spark of genius about me.
For now, I will introduce myself. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here is two thousand words' worth about me that I am willing to share.
I have no idea what I shall do with it.
It was kind of hard even coming up with a suitable name for it. So for now, the url is stacymoon.blogspot.com, and the blog is officially, The Moon.
If I should come up with something that is actually clever, then I'll change it. But for now, I am utterly uninspired, without a spark of genius about me.
For now, I will introduce myself. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here is two thousand words' worth about me that I am willing to share.
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