Pushing Some Buttons
Sigh. As always, a billion thoughts; I never know what to do with them—which is one of the biggest reasons I have this blog.
Hahaha, even then I can't share half of them, but it's life. I almost wrote c'est la vie, but I really don't get why we have to turn perfectly sensible native phrases into some other language. French is a fine language and all, but whatever.
In other news, the news is getting retarded. Yes, I said retarded. No, I am not some evil hater. It used to be a perfectly functional word. There were still plenty who misused it, but since when have we been uniformly concerned about using our language properly? If ever this was the case, it is long gone.
Thus, the news is getting retarded, "characterized by a ... limitation in intellectual understanding." That sums it up so succinctly.
Again, though, I must admit that none of these shenanigans scare me. We humans have been murdering ourselves for a long time. We've been stealing from ourselves, lying to ourselves, slandering ourselves, raping ourselves, enslaving ourselves, exploiting ourselves, deceiving ourselves, and overall plain hating ourselves. Our current status has just finally put a couple of faces on the vices we've been fostering for so long.
I have a few brothers who have been trained in the use of firearms, so, if the proverbial poop hits the proverbial propeller, I'll be hanging out with them. Besides that potentiality, it's just more drama and TV and ratings and money and greed and a politically-hued, dramatically-amplified version of our obsession with watching sports.
Irony has a slippery definition, but I think this is irony: Whenever a person asks me if I'm "into sports," they're really asking if I like to sit on my butt and watch it.
Do you know what just struck me? This is freaky stuff, not for the faint of heart. Keep reading if you dare...
Transgenderism won't be real until it's accommodated in sports. We worship our entertainers, so that's the real test of our beliefs.
You know what I'm talking about:
Hahaha, even then I can't share half of them, but it's life. I almost wrote c'est la vie, but I really don't get why we have to turn perfectly sensible native phrases into some other language. French is a fine language and all, but whatever.
In other news, the news is getting retarded. Yes, I said retarded. No, I am not some evil hater. It used to be a perfectly functional word. There were still plenty who misused it, but since when have we been uniformly concerned about using our language properly? If ever this was the case, it is long gone.
Thus, the news is getting retarded, "characterized by a ... limitation in intellectual understanding." That sums it up so succinctly.
Again, though, I must admit that none of these shenanigans scare me. We humans have been murdering ourselves for a long time. We've been stealing from ourselves, lying to ourselves, slandering ourselves, raping ourselves, enslaving ourselves, exploiting ourselves, deceiving ourselves, and overall plain hating ourselves. Our current status has just finally put a couple of faces on the vices we've been fostering for so long.
I have a few brothers who have been trained in the use of firearms, so, if the proverbial poop hits the proverbial propeller, I'll be hanging out with them. Besides that potentiality, it's just more drama and TV and ratings and money and greed and a politically-hued, dramatically-amplified version of our obsession with watching sports.
Irony has a slippery definition, but I think this is irony: Whenever a person asks me if I'm "into sports," they're really asking if I like to sit on my butt and watch it.
Do you know what just struck me? This is freaky stuff, not for the faint of heart. Keep reading if you dare...
Transgenderism won't be real until it's accommodated in sports. We worship our entertainers, so that's the real test of our beliefs.
You know what I'm talking about:
- They refuse to allow aluminum bats in professional baseball because it would foil their records.
- An athlete will get a full-ride scholarship to a university much sooner than a scholar.
- We always talk about we/us/our when describing sporting events that include a local team—even if we really have absolutely nothing to do with said team.
Though sports generate inconceivable amounts of money, I think we might worship sports even more than money.
Take all the bathrooms you want. For the general American populace, transgenderism isn't real until it's accommodated in sports.
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