Saturday, June 23, 2007

Don't Fucking Touch Me!!!!

So I read about a VA middle school that has a "No Touching" policy. Seriously. Kids are not allowed to touch each other. Then I read about some CA elementary school that tried to do the same thing. This is sheer lunacy.

I remember when I was in high school...11 effing years ago...and we had two retarded rules (more I'm sure, but these are the two that affected me): everyone had to tuck their shirt in and guys always had to be clean shaven. The logic? Tucked in shirts prevented students from carrying weapons under their baggy, untucked shirts. This from a tiny redneck school that I can't remember ever hearing about anyone ever being threatened by a weapon at school...before or after I attended. But...things tended to change all over the country in response to the Columbine shooting...so. Now facial hair was, well...I never understood the logic behind that rule.

But this no touching thing is just absolutely mind boggling. I saw some video clip on CNN.com and the woman who was the chairperson of the parent/teacher association said something along these lines: Two boys high-five in the hall, then their buddies want to be involved, and now you have a traffic jam, elbows flying and legs swinging and other kids can get hit or tripped and then it turns into absolute bedlam and mayhem and anarchy breaks out, kids start stripping their clothes running up and down the halls and having mass orgies in the principal's office while he cowers in his private bathroom praying for the rapture so to end this obviously satanic display of debauchery and disregard for the God-ordained American civility.

Ok...so I made up all the shit starting at "absolute bedlam"...but before that is pretty effing close to being a quote.

How retarded does our general population have to be before we revolt against the norm? Our world is filled with famine and war and inhumanity of unfathomable proportions...and we're too busy banning high-fives, huggs, holding hands, and hand-shakes in school to teach our children about reality, about history, about true civility. No wonder the world hates Americans...laughs at our policies...despises our self-indulgence...and disregards us as ignorant automatons. No wonder we elected and then re-elected Bush and put up with the lunacy that passes for representative government.

Okay...I'm gonna stop now because if I don't...this will never end. The state of our society and our culture is too fucked up to just summarize...other than this: We need a complete social shift and spiritual awakening...if humanity is going to survive, going to evolve, we have to change it ourselves and quit expecting someone else to start it.

"Shut the hell up, Carter...you're an idiot." Ok

Monday, June 18, 2007

What happens in a month

Some people find new work...but not me. We are on a hiring freeze and so I cannot get promoted because they would not be able to replace me. That sucks. And I can't find a new job because I'm damned determined to stay here long enough to get vested...I mean...c'mon...how stupid would it be to give up all that free money? So I will stick it out…unless some incredible opportunity that pays a hell of a lot more comes along in the meantime.

The improbable turns to impossible and Love once again proves that its not enough to make it otherwise.

Revenge sex is not quite as exciting and rewarding as the stories proport…but it was still mighty fun.

Kayaking down the river is very exciting, as is getting hit on by the sexy biker-bar owner in Podunkville.

I may not be rich, but I've learned that life is so much more relaxed and enjoyable when you're in the black. Now if I can just stay focused enough to make sure that no matter what twists come my way, I can remain in the black. Finances are much easier when I just see them as math and organizational problems instead of, well…money.

I still kick-ass at pool.

I have earned my calluses back. I didn't realize how soft my fingertips had gotten until I decided to enter this guitar competition and by consequence spend 2 hours a night practicing. I don't want to win…I just want to play in front of a crowd again.