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Author: william
A Whole New World…
In case anyone has been watching, a new world is beginning. The Arab countries, North Africa and most of the Middle East are approaching democracy like a scared crab smelling a salty, beached whale. Continue reading
Spring Break
Spring Break is a common ritual for American college students. Perhaps the Europeans or Aussie’s do it, but they’re not Americans and therefore could barely imagine the immature debauchery and self-justified indulgences in which Americans engage their young bodies. Working out the month before, applying self-tanning formulas and maintaining a strong alcohol tolerance (almost by accident of going to an American University), we prepare for the yearly rite. Continue reading
Staring Drivers
Anyone who’s driven a motor vehicle near a crowded metropolis knows this situation: someone makes a turn or drives past you and stares at you the whole time. Their blank face judging you, wondering why you are such an idiot, and thanking the stars above that they are not you. This is one of the most annoying, road rage inducing acts a driver can do. It offers a sense of superiority to the moving vehicle as they blankly, disapprovingly watch you as they pass. Continue reading
A Day of Love
After the hate of Super Bowl Sunday has faded, and the groundhog has squeezed his plump hindquarters out of his hole, and the winter doldrums reach their dour, gray peak, we find the sunny artifice of Valentine’s Day. The day when you feel bad for being single and having no one special to kiss, or the day when you don’t lavish enough attention on your special someone and either way end up feeling clumsy in your own heart. Continue reading
Super Bowl
Everyone is a critic on the day after the big game. Since every armchair quarterback saw the game, watching ever so closely so as to not miss a single commercial, halftime nipple slip, game-changing interception, replay of the Leon Lett fiasco or a classic Deion Sanders neon suit shot. Continue reading
When I grow up…
I wanna be: a fireman, a baseball player, an astronaut, a fisherman, president or Hugh Hefner. Depending on your age, style, preference and skills, when you were asked that question, I’ll bet you had a different answer each time. I always thought I’d be good at anything. I thought I could do anything. I thought, I thought. I thought too much and probably didn’t DO enough. Sure, there were plenty of crap jobs creating a crap resume and ridiculous larks into fantasy about owning businesses or acting on the big screen. The reality never really sank in until recently that I have no idea what I’d like to do with my life. My passions include animals, movies, nature and sports. According to the movie, “El Secreto de sus ojos”, a man’s passion never changes. Those passions combined mean only one thing: training wild animals to play catch on an L.A. sound-stage. Unfortunately, that job was taken by that guy whose best friend is a bear or Steve Irwin, and my kneecap doesn’t equal either of those two’s eyelashes. How many people would like to donate their lives to animal safety or security? How many people are desperate to preserve nature? I imagine much less than those interested in Hollywood or professional sports. The point is: What can I do with my time? “It’s never too late for a second chance;” “Find your passion and pursue it;” “Just do it.” Thanks to those maxims, it is thought that anything you want is possible. For my sake, I hope it is. I’d love my dream to come true so I can be a positive influence saying things like: “I’m an example that anyone can accomplish anything.” Please, dream-board, give me the chance to save orphaned animals and play outside with them everyday so that I can go to the movies on weekends and watch the playoffs every year.
Toilet Seats
Women are always asking men to put the toilet seats down. I understand their complaint, but I can’t believe it actually happens. Who sits down without looking first? Nobody sits down on a couch without looking, there could be a bag of potato chips, a discarded fork or a tiny lap dog. The fact is, women don’t want to touch the seat with their hands. It’s an easy excuse to get guys to do their work for them. “Hey, you put it up, you put it down”. Here’s the count, every time a guy tinkles, it’s once up, and then once down, that’s touching it twice. If men put the toilet seat up when they went, it would be one touch. Then, when women have to go, they put it down, one touch. It’s one touch rule, every gender is responsible for their up or down side. Of course at night, the seat must always remain down, that’s the compromise I am willing to propose. Will it be accepted, doubtful…
Gay Marriage
The argument is not whether gay people should get married, but the issue is whether history will repeat itself by the majority exerting control over the minority, again. I think most people agree that it is appropriate and acceptable for homosexual couples to start a life together and have the law recognize that desire. But, the problem is that the church, the government, the radical conservatives think it will open a floodgate of weird unions that are not authorized by religion’s one cucumber and one clamshell per marriage decree. When I hear people talk about sanctity of marriage or the “word of God” I feel compelled to laugh. That’s just pious sanctimoniousness. Is the surplus of heterosexual divorce, cheating and domestic violence more sacred than two happily married homosexual people? The word of God is only the law that men wanted others to think was higher than them and therefore reliable and infallible. We have regulated laws now that are nearly universal and are fairly close to the Ten Commandments. The ones that are not general laws deal with religion directly, such as: honor the Sabbath, honor parents, no other gods, no idols, and don’t curse God. Football Sundays, bad parents, atheism, American idol, and blasphemy all prove that we can get away with breaking those rules and the Earth not eating us alive in a shower of ash and lava. However, if you steal a Lexus or kill the owner, you might find yourself in a cramped, overcrowded prison wishing you had just stayed home on Sunday to watch the Steelers.
The point of invoking religion to prove that homosexuality is a sin is flawed and wrong. You’re intelligent enough to know you’re praying to something that may not exist, or at the very least, has no definite, provable opinion on the issue. Homosexual haters and Prop 8 instigators cannot use the Bible in their arguments such as: “Adam and Eve; not Adam and Steve”. If you took the religious opposition away from them you might hear arguments like this: “It makes me uncomfortable” or “There will be no more procreation” or “Divorce should be between a drunk, angry man and a delirious, bruised woman.” We really need to advance as a society from our pathetic grasp of what is “right” and move toward the idea of: does it affect the world negatively? Oil spills, terrorism, pollution, animal cruelty, poverty, cancer are negative. Two people who want to be around each other every day is positive.
What is the real argument here? What do the hateful picket signs represent? Why do people feel so against one on one gender relations? Every case may differ, but I believe the main fight is about sex. Hetero males probably have an innate fear of forced sodomy, and don’t see the reproductive point of gay sex. Hetero females fear being left alone with their cats and Meg Ryan movies, while the handsome gay men parade down the street hand in hand singing Madonna songs. Fear is a strong emotion, much stronger than revulsion. We shouldn’t fear gay people. Gay men dress well and are effective organizers. Gay women are just as versatile and strong as any other woman. I can’t believe we even have to argue about it. Sometimes I hear the problem of giving them equal rights like health care for spouses and hospital visitation rights. Seriously, 300 years ago, whites thought blacks were a different type of person. 200 years ago, the Irish were less than human. 100 years ago, women were incapable of forming reasonable enough thoughts to vote. Our intelligence has increased exponentially every year since computers were invented; yet our tolerance of difference has remained static and ridiculously archaic. It’s time we gave up on the Bible as literal words from a man in the sky, and time we gave up on regulating things that make passé people cringe. If you want to have faith in a book that was purportedly written by an old bearded white man who sleeps on clouds and is very angry when you don’t sing loudly on Christmas Eve, it’s your right to do so. If you want to believe that he would disagree with choices made by his creation in the “free will” he or she gave us all, that’s your right. If you aren’t into clam pie or don’t like hot dogs, that’s cool, diff’rent strokes. What’s not cool is to withhold civil rights for a large portion of American people. So let’s everybody remember, I’ll do it my way, you do it your way, and the sun will still rise.
Beach
I would like to be digging my toes in the sand right now. I would like to be tossed about by the ocean waves right now. I would like to feel the sun on my face and the salty crust on my skin.
