My STupid act of the day:
Store apologizes for fried chicken special in honor of Black History month
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The de-Christianization of America is different from mass immigration. They?re coming into a country whose institutions no longer enforce a certain morality. They?re coming into a country, half of which is deeply secularized and says keep your language and your separate institutions and your ethnic entitlements. And the other half is deeply traditional. It?s not just that they?re coming into a country that?s bifurcated. They?re bringing beliefs and ideas and languages in such enormous numbers that that alone would make it far more difficult to assimilate.
Why is Pat Buchanan still around? What religion does this man represent? What church does he preach at? Who ordained him?
This man will use any ploy, misrepresent any fact, spin any tale, simply to …
to …
I don’t know. What’s his point? What is he working towards?
He espouses a desire for a more Christian world. And he has all the trappings of a patriotic American. But his narrow, ill-conceieved view of these environments makes me think he is simply in love with his own voice.
I believe he is a very learned man, (though i wouldn’t go so far as to say intelligent). He speaks well, and knows how to spin almost any point to his advantage.
He could be a great leader if he wanted; I’m sure. It’s too bad for him that his head never stays out of his ass long enough to gain much of a following.
This entire interview of hsi is baased upon two flawed facts.
The first one is easy: English. It is not the national language of the United States. It just so happens it is the most commonly used language. Whatever language(s) are in widespread use in this country should be recognized, and not suppressed. By virtue of it’s own momentum, English is the language of business and international power and trade. Any group of people so dedicated to their own cultural sovereignty that they refused to add English as even a secondary language — they will be left behind. This is a very reasonable argument. Unfortunatly, it isn’t the one Robertson chose to make.
Secondly, Pat Robertson seems to have trouble with the word “assimilation”. I believe he has confused it with ‘obliteration’.
This land, from it’s very founding as colonial properties, has been a haven for any person to come and be themself, when they most often cannot be in their original homes. Pilgrims come here to practice their own religion. Haitains come here to live freely without an opressive govermment. A collection of farmers fought here to be able to have control over their own lives and commerce.
We have accepted refugees from every country on earth. We have reached out and help countries being overrun by madmen with ideas of superior races in their minds.
But Pat Buchanan seems to believe that this country cannot survive unless each persons cultural heritage and person beliefs are surrendered to the good of the state. That diversity is the biggest threat to America.
Assimilation, Mr. Buchanan, is not the process of taking something in and utterly subornitaing it to the current standard. That is obliteration. Assimmilation is taking in the new, and adding it to yourself, so that you are something more than you were before.
So we have room for all new ideas, Pat. But your ideas aren’t new. Ignorance and bigotry are very old, and very tired.
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Okay. It’s official. Pat Buchanan is on crack:
But can this sentiment bring together a nation as divided as we were over the Florida returns? That was over something that went to the heart of what people believed. The best criterion to judge how people voted in 2000 was how often they went to church. People who went to church voted for Bush; people who rarely or never went to church voted for Gore. That is for me the moral and social divide in America. We don?t believe the same way anymore. We don?t believe in the same ideas of right and wrong, and morally speaking, we live on a different continent.
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And if you’re the little pigfucker who hacked my account, among others, today…
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I took off this morning with my camera, intent on taking the pictures I saw on Wednesday, when I didn’t have my camera with me. (They really don’t like it when you’re snapping off pictures in a Courthouse).
Of course, I didn’t find anything in that specific area that I wanted pictures of really. I did get a few decent ones of some of the deconstruction work downtown.
But I finally got out to Arlington National Cemetery. I hadn’t been there for almost 15 years, and besides being much younger then, it was cold and raining.
It was still pretty damn cold today, but it was very sunny and clear. I dunno… seems more fitting for a cemetery anyway.
There is Mount Hope Cemetery in Rochester where people actually go on picnics, but it’s not quite the same thing.
Walking through fields of white tombstones on a cold winter day while leaves rustle and crows squawk in the trees…
it’s all a little too cheesy for me.
This is the real thing. A couple hundred thousand men and women who were willing to fight to the death to defend their friends and neighbors. And beneath Kennedy’s flame, a man struck down for trying to keep more men from having to do just that.
I imagine there’s a lot of volunteers for the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The man moved with absolute precision and timing. If I remember correctly, the guard changes every 2 hours. I can’t imagine counting off in your head and pacing for 2 hours, no matter the weather, the spectators, the season.
I noticed the guard was carrying a very old rifle. It was a single bullet breech loader with a wooden stock and a bayonet on the end. I wonder why they chose that particular model?
Anyway, pictures:
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So my new apartment has a few problems…
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I gotta call my parents. They should’ve gotten hit with this storm. Strange… I barely heard anything about it.
Oh dear… 55 mile per hour winds. So they evacuate the Xerox tower. I walked home in 55 MPH winds tonight thank you.
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i can’t think of anything to write. i can’t think of anything to write. i can’t think of anything to write.
I had an English professor in college who had us keeping a daily journal. Told us even if we couldn’t think of a word to write, we should fill a page with “i cant think of anything to write.”.
I can’t say this was the brightest professor in the bunch. A lot of the time, I would sit down before class, and fill one page with “i cant think of anything to write.”, then change pens. I would fill another page with “i cant think of anything to write.”, annd change pens again. You get the idea.
And to think I got some bad grades in college.
This just comes to mind because I’m not really in the mood to write, but I have to. Otherwise I go stale. I’ve found just rambling here keeps my imagination going in almost every area; a very important thting since I make my living in a creative industry.
I guess coming up with all the new synonyms for “stupid” that I use here really makes my brain sweat.
There are things I don’t really talk about here. They ussually have to do, in some negative fashion, with people who are very close to me. Because those are the very people who are mostly reading this. But it leaves the whole thing kind of stale at times.
My first reaction, of course, is to just say “screw those people” and write whatever I want. Some of them would take it in stride I’m sure. But there are those who already view my ramblings as more than a bit vitriolic. I know I would be persona non grata at most family functions if I started discussing the theatre of the miseries that many of my mother’s relatives seem to be.
But at the same time, I don’t even really discuss the good things. The other half of my family, being the other half of this coin. Despite my father being dimly viewed by so many in my mothers family, his own family is incredibly optimistic and outgoing. I don’t remember the last time Ruth stopped smiling. Gary brought together the senior citizens home known as his siblings after most of them hadn’t seen eachother in decades. And the announcements I get are in the form of wedding announcements and births and such.
These are all important people and important event’s to me. They’ll be left out less here. And I find after writing all this, I’m not really worried if they’ll be offended. I’m not planning on airing godawful (and damn boring) dirty laundry here. So if you see your name here and think I’ve talked too strongly about you, you either know how I feel about you and nothing will have changed, or you don’t know me well enough to begin with.
And considering what it takes to get me to shut up, I doubt that it’s my fault.
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