Well, after I went on like a blistering fucking idiot about politic, I figured that I might need something to relax the readers, and hopefully calm the angry mob that would be busting down my rather poorly barricaded door pointing fingers and trying me for treason.
I hate this place. (meaning where I am residing, rather than this website) But it's as good as any other place in the country, or even abroad for that fucking matter, wouldn't you agree? Every place has its own problem. And you're just gonna have to learn to deal with it like a man. But what's the problem of the place I'm living in, and why it's so bad that I have to hate it knowing wherever I go, it'd just be same story different characters? Well, for all those Northern Virginians out there, my heart goes out for you. That's if you're even educated about the situation. We, the northerners of Virginia, pay more than three quarter of the state's taxes. The county I'm living in is considered one of the most populated counties in the entire country. On top of that, the cost of living is also up there with the rest of the most expensive zipcodes, and that's not because we have a couple hundreds celebs buying millions dollars houses and cars in our neighborhood either, nor do we have both east-facing and west-facing shorelines to rack up the real-estate pricing of the local beaches. We pay most of the state's spending with about 1/8th of the land. More taxes create more jobs. Jobs attract immigration from other part of the state, and neighboring states as well. You don't spend an hour getting to work anywhere in the state, not even in New York City where you can just walk, or take the subway. Getting to the subway here is about half the travelling time already. We fund an entire town of southern Virginia just by our speeding tickets alone. And allow me to inform you that cops around our parts are rather good at that and not much else. Why is this happening? I'll have to leave that up to you to decide. That's assuming you give a rat's ass.
Onto other matter, youths around these part are a nuisance at best, and junkies if you're lucky. If you aren't, they OD and die. Heroin are being bought from Maryland, and sold in high schools' hallways at jacked up price. But of course, our daddy's little girl can afford it. The social classes clearly divided into the haves and have-nots. The haves drive their Benz to parties, drink till they drop, and call their daddies and mommies to bail them out of a DUI. The have-nots buy cheap booze off a 21-years-old friend, get drunk then go shoot up a police station or the school they go to. (I live 2 streets from the VTech shooter, btw) Drug plays a big part in our lives here. Marijuana circulates the streets as currency almost. Youths around these part have their sights set on the next party or the next blaze. And it usually doesn't go much further than that. Except for a fortunate fews that aim to bug out as soon as they are able.
And that's why I hate this place. None of the above is even the slightest exaggeration of the truth. Tell me the problem(s) with your little beloved community.
10.10.08
24.9.08
On politics
Well, it's been a while since my last entry. I thought I'd write something to get myself working again. I haven't been working on much of anything lately. The reason behind that is my laptop has completely given out on me after the amount of abuse I put on her. (yes, my laptop is a her. When you love something, it bares the sex of your preference. It's how Captains always call his ship 'her' when referring to it.) Kinda make me feel bad. She was a fine piece, I tell ya that much. But well, she's old for one. I got her second-handed for two. And I didn't take that much good care of her for three. The real reason that she gave on me, though, is the dysfunctional fan and cooling system. She burnt herself out in the heat of the midsummer night.
But enough about my laptop, wouldn't you say. Let's get down to business. As the title said, I intended this entry to be about politic. "Oh, why do you have to go and open that can of worms?" You might ask. Well, on top of the aforementioned topic is probably the easiest topic to pick on, then make fun of, there are several underlying reasons. One of them being we all have our own opinion about politicians and policies. But I might not be able to get into any of that today. Just for the sole purpose of keeping this post as objective as my insanity manage, and keeping myself from being flamed just on my second entry. The other reason why I chose politics as the topic today is because I want to tell you what I, emphasize I, think is wrong with politics to begin with.
I do believe at this point, I don't really have to tell you that you can fuck right off if you don't have something constructive to say beside disagreeing with me without a valid counter argument and, hopefully, proof, if any exists, to back your argument up. Read on if you at least agree with that statement right above. Consider it a disclaimer. Alright, let's get down to the dirt, shall we? Ladies don't get to go first. Sorry. (unless you can throw one hell of a punch. Because it's gonna be a brawl.)
Let's start with the idea of democracy. It works. But it doesn't work in a country with 300 millions people. Why? People don't usually know what they want from their government. They know exactly what they need for themselves to feel comfortable and live an easy life, but they never really bother to get off their asses to figure the underlying problems that prevent the GoP from doing just that, making their lives easier by providing less tax, affordable higher quality of life. The problem here has to do with the fundamental glitch, for lack of a better word, in humanity. Greed is the problem here. You simply can't have it perfectly without shelling out a bag of money. (Trust me, I've done it before, literally too.) You live in a mansion on a world-famous boulevard with three pools total, one outdoor, facing the hundred acres that you paid sweat and blood for, one indoor just because you can. And one on the roof next to the helipad you had installed because the original owner didn't happen to think that he might have a heart attack and traffic is backed up a monkey's ass. You live in said mansion for three weeks and you're starting to want a maze-shaped rose garden that spell out the name of your mother, just because you love her to death, and believe you're being a good son by having something of that magnificent just to remember her by while she's out selling second-graded ice cream out of a battered-up rust-covered truck so that you can have your ass living in a mansion of said magnificent. Get a picture? Or do I have to paint a better one? (oh, and God knows it's a true story)
Greed is the one reason why democracy will never work. And it's the reason why we have the system of electoral vote. In a nutshell, electoral vote is you, as a population, giving another person your trust to vote for the candidate that he or she thinks is best for the people who have entrusted him or her with their vote. Every state have a set number of electoral vote based on its population. Well, all seems good and fluffy outside the voting booth, now doesn't it? I beg to differ. Why? Voting is a big deal, wouldn't you say? You have the power to decide who is going to oversee the country for the next four years, albeit not alone. So, it's a very big deal. But at some point in evolution, we decided that we want to make complex decisions. And we're not every good at it. (paraphrasing from Blindsight by Peter Watts, and he might have pulled it from somewhere else, I didn't check.) So, you have the power to decide who is going to win the election and you're not very good at making complex decisions. Hrm, let's pause for a moment and see how that's contradicting itself. If I may, I'd like to add that we're not too good at making complex decisions because we're selfish sons of a gun, which brings us back to greed as the underlying problem.
So, the system doesn't work because the mass of people being governed is confused and greedy. And the voting system is anally fucked to say the least. The only logical question left to be asked is: What the fuck?
Well, think about that. This topic has now bored me. For the time being.
But enough about my laptop, wouldn't you say. Let's get down to business. As the title said, I intended this entry to be about politic. "Oh, why do you have to go and open that can of worms?" You might ask. Well, on top of the aforementioned topic is probably the easiest topic to pick on, then make fun of, there are several underlying reasons. One of them being we all have our own opinion about politicians and policies. But I might not be able to get into any of that today. Just for the sole purpose of keeping this post as objective as my insanity manage, and keeping myself from being flamed just on my second entry. The other reason why I chose politics as the topic today is because I want to tell you what I, emphasize I, think is wrong with politics to begin with.
I do believe at this point, I don't really have to tell you that you can fuck right off if you don't have something constructive to say beside disagreeing with me without a valid counter argument and, hopefully, proof, if any exists, to back your argument up. Read on if you at least agree with that statement right above. Consider it a disclaimer. Alright, let's get down to the dirt, shall we? Ladies don't get to go first. Sorry. (unless you can throw one hell of a punch. Because it's gonna be a brawl.)
Let's start with the idea of democracy. It works. But it doesn't work in a country with 300 millions people. Why? People don't usually know what they want from their government. They know exactly what they need for themselves to feel comfortable and live an easy life, but they never really bother to get off their asses to figure the underlying problems that prevent the GoP from doing just that, making their lives easier by providing less tax, affordable higher quality of life. The problem here has to do with the fundamental glitch, for lack of a better word, in humanity. Greed is the problem here. You simply can't have it perfectly without shelling out a bag of money. (Trust me, I've done it before, literally too.) You live in a mansion on a world-famous boulevard with three pools total, one outdoor, facing the hundred acres that you paid sweat and blood for, one indoor just because you can. And one on the roof next to the helipad you had installed because the original owner didn't happen to think that he might have a heart attack and traffic is backed up a monkey's ass. You live in said mansion for three weeks and you're starting to want a maze-shaped rose garden that spell out the name of your mother, just because you love her to death, and believe you're being a good son by having something of that magnificent just to remember her by while she's out selling second-graded ice cream out of a battered-up rust-covered truck so that you can have your ass living in a mansion of said magnificent. Get a picture? Or do I have to paint a better one? (oh, and God knows it's a true story)
Greed is the one reason why democracy will never work. And it's the reason why we have the system of electoral vote. In a nutshell, electoral vote is you, as a population, giving another person your trust to vote for the candidate that he or she thinks is best for the people who have entrusted him or her with their vote. Every state have a set number of electoral vote based on its population. Well, all seems good and fluffy outside the voting booth, now doesn't it? I beg to differ. Why? Voting is a big deal, wouldn't you say? You have the power to decide who is going to oversee the country for the next four years, albeit not alone. So, it's a very big deal. But at some point in evolution, we decided that we want to make complex decisions. And we're not every good at it. (paraphrasing from Blindsight by Peter Watts, and he might have pulled it from somewhere else, I didn't check.) So, you have the power to decide who is going to win the election and you're not very good at making complex decisions. Hrm, let's pause for a moment and see how that's contradicting itself. If I may, I'd like to add that we're not too good at making complex decisions because we're selfish sons of a gun, which brings us back to greed as the underlying problem.
So, the system doesn't work because the mass of people being governed is confused and greedy. And the voting system is anally fucked to say the least. The only logical question left to be asked is: What the fuck?
Well, think about that. This topic has now bored me. For the time being.
18.9.08
Introduction
the title is not only misleading, it's ironic as hell, because by this time next month, it'll be at the bottom of the page. But what the hell, the readers need to know whose blog it is they're reading.
I'm a blogger, and that's about all you need to know. I'm a writer, of sort. It's true that anyone can call himself a writer just because he has written something for the life of him. But, even when I haven't published anything yet, I look to write professional as a novelist. So what do I write about? Anything that crosses my mind and makes a lasting impression. Sometimes that anything is quite inflammatory because of the nature of my belief. Sometimes it's quite shocking due to the nature of my research for my writing. Sometimes it's just plain out full of shit.
So why starting a blog? Because I'm bored(?) That should be enough an answer in and of itself if you know me personally. There is a good chance that I won't keep this up for very long. But isn't everything else? Shall we make this enjoyable while it last?
I read. I read a whole lot. It's part of the research process. I have to know what concept of mine is actually original before putting more time and effort into expanding said concept into somewhat readable and comprehensible piece of prose. That including character development, theories and the whole nine yards. So, what do I read? Everything under the sun that has the capability to hold my interest more than 24 hours, because that's the usual amount of time I need to finish a book, cover to cover. Then there are books that directly related to current projects. Then there are books I read just out of interest. I did say I read a lot, didn't I?
And that's all you need to know about me. For now.
I'm a blogger, and that's about all you need to know. I'm a writer, of sort. It's true that anyone can call himself a writer just because he has written something for the life of him. But, even when I haven't published anything yet, I look to write professional as a novelist. So what do I write about? Anything that crosses my mind and makes a lasting impression. Sometimes that anything is quite inflammatory because of the nature of my belief. Sometimes it's quite shocking due to the nature of my research for my writing. Sometimes it's just plain out full of shit.
So why starting a blog? Because I'm bored(?) That should be enough an answer in and of itself if you know me personally. There is a good chance that I won't keep this up for very long. But isn't everything else? Shall we make this enjoyable while it last?
I read. I read a whole lot. It's part of the research process. I have to know what concept of mine is actually original before putting more time and effort into expanding said concept into somewhat readable and comprehensible piece of prose. That including character development, theories and the whole nine yards. So, what do I read? Everything under the sun that has the capability to hold my interest more than 24 hours, because that's the usual amount of time I need to finish a book, cover to cover. Then there are books that directly related to current projects. Then there are books I read just out of interest. I did say I read a lot, didn't I?
And that's all you need to know about me. For now.
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