Pointless Friday

It’s not the first time I have written a post and deleted it, and it probably won’t be the last.

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What’s up with Giuliani? What a bitch. I hate him.

I’ll be the first person to say that I’m voting for Hillary. Here’s what’s weird: I feel like this election is a middle school student council vote, and that Hillary is a shoe-in, because all the 6th graders are voting for her. The 6th grade is a lock, it was something about those bake-sale cookies. Fucking 6th graders.

My boss was going on about Ayaan Hirsi Ali, and I said it seemed like self-aggrandizing to me a little bit. He was congratulating himself for “supporting a good cause,” by donating some money each month to her, so she can keep her security detail. She blasts Islamic culture for suppressing women, genital mutilation, the whole nine yards. Something to me doesn’t sit right with me about this lady, and I can’t put my finger on it. I will not be contributing to her security detail this month, but that doesn’t mean I support her assassination.

Am I a socialist? No. Do I think everyone can fend for themselves? No. Where my two conflicting ideas meet is called reality.

Writing, for me, is like taking a shit. I don’t think about it and it smells bad, but when it’s coming out, it feels really good. My legion of faithful weirdos, thank you for flushing the toilet.

And then…

What happened to Calvin? I mean, we all know Bill Watterson quit or whatever, but what happened to Calvin? Did he grow up? Did he become his dad? I remember being 5 years old and reading Calvin, and thinking that in 1 year, I would be as old as my mischievous hero. It’s very interesting to think about looking UP to Calvin, and wishing you were as old as he was. Hobbes is great too, obviously, and I don’t believe in favorites in this particular instance.

The Beatles, on the other hand, present an easy case of favorites, for all citizens of the world. You can like whichever one you want, and you can build a pretty good case around it with the amount of materials and shit out there. There’s something for everyone. I like that about the Beatles.

I haven’t watched a snap of football all season long. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything, either. I guess that makes me less of a man, but I have other things that compensate. Like

Tomorrow, I take the dreaded CFA test. Will I pass? No. Will I have fun? No. Will I spend my Saturday surrounded by competitive wannabe accountants and bankers, all wracking brains to pick A B C or D? Yes. Will I probably race through the math parts, because I don’t know any of the formulas? Yes.

Probability of passing the CFA test on the first try, with 15-20% study efforts? I’d guess in the high 30% range, maybe a little higher.

Probability of passing the CFA Level 1 test during my lifetime? 51%

Can I live with those odds? Yes

Do I believe in fate? Yes and no. That’s an easy one.

Is Jesus the son of god, sent by god himself to save our souls, by dying (as a sacrifice) in our place? If I had to gamble my money on this statement (or my soul, as some might believe), I would gamble……..no.

However, the strict nature of the question is what I have trouble with. I believe in god, but I also think that god is something totally beyond the grasp of the human intellect, let alone “imagination.” I believe that some people are in fact touched by god, but I also think that could mean they have different hardwiring in their brain, which allows for a different understanding of reality. Like being stoned all the time, but not knowing it, because you’ve never been not-stoned. It’s deep, don’t worry about it. Jesus was probably Jesus, but he just might have been a little…..crazy?

Something I notice and laugh about the tide of anti-Bush propaganda is the fact that more than half the people voted for him in the first place. Twice. So shut up, idiots. Instead of bitching about it, just get yourself ready to vote this time.

I think Hillary is a part of the same machine as GWB, but that she will surround herself by people working in a more favorable direction. I mean, come on, she’s gonig to inherit his office. Don’t you think that she has been there before? Of course she’s a fucking shady power-hungry she-monster. But that’s who I want to be my President! I don’t want a pussy-footing green-monster like Kucinich, or Ron Paul for that matter. I love Ron Paul’s ideas, but in the end, it’s like my socialism/independence thing from earlier. Where your ideals hit the street is called reality, and that reality, my little friends, is called Hillary Clinton.

Similarly, I believe in a lot of the stuff Romney says about federalism, blablablabla, and I think he’s got an amazing track record as a businessman and a politician. But I can’t support someone who won’t call torture “torture.” Back to my earlier thoughts about anti-Bush people, the “torture bandwagoners” are amusing to me as well.

I am very anti-Israel in some ways, but not anti-Semitic at all. I just don’t think it’s right or fair to drop cluster bombs on grape farmers, no matter who they support. It’s not right. It’s not right to fire rockets, either.

I’m stopping now before I delete this one too. Peace, bitches.

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3 Responses to “Pointless Friday”


  1. 1 twitch November 30, 2007 at 10:46 am

    stoney for president

  2. 2 dankknuggets December 3, 2007 at 3:28 am

    no mention of barack obama; are you a racist?

  3. 3 stoneywageslave December 3, 2007 at 8:26 am

    yes


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