Saturday, October 20, 2012

...Something Scholastic

      Let me start this post by saying I'm not, by any means, a religious person. Sure, I believe in Jesus, read the Bible, go to church, etc. but I'm not one of those annoying people who make Christianity look like the most obnoxious thing to mankind by bragging about my church and its many humanitarian deeds. Actually, I rarely partake in my church's activities and when I do it's usually because I was forced into doing so because they say people my age are supposed to have some sort of social outlet in order to maintain my sanity. Whoever "they" are.

      Anyway, along with the joy of attending church comes the chore of helping out with Youth Group, and with Youth Group comes mediocre, lame activities designed to entertain your snot-nosed teenager every Sunday evening so you can stay busy smoking your crack pipe like you do all week while they're at school instead of getting a job and supporting your family like an ACTUAL parent would. One of these mediocre, lame activities include the 30-hour famine, which has to be about as "world-changing" a form of charity work as flinging bits of bread to pigeons at the park. For those of you who are fortunate enough to not have stumbled upon such a thing as a 30-hour famine, allow me to dampen your luck by describing to you what it's like. You sit in a church (or school) for yes, 30 hours, unable to eat virtually anything except crackers and water, all for the sake of earning money from whatever dunderhead put bets on whether or not you'd be able to make it, and the money you earn supposedly goes to hungry kids in Africa. Or unless my conspiracy is true, where the money instead goes the pastor's cat-feeding fund. Oh, and did I mention that during the whole famine, you have to be surrounded by idiots who are about as likeable as Hitler himself? No? Maybe it's just me, but my experience enduring a 30-hour famine included being with a mentally handicapped kid who offered me a "Jolly Rancher" every chance he got (even though it's actually a Starburst, but whatever), a 12-year-old girl who ripped off her T-shirt and performed a strip dance in front of my 6-year-old brother, and a girl who claims to be "the biggest Harry Potter fan in the world" despite confessing she's never even read all of the books. Oh, and also a blonde chick whose stupidity I will address in a moment. First thing I've gotta say, though, is despite your doubt about all this being true, let me tell you, I pray to God every night that the things I've noted in this post so far were just an exaggeration or even a lie, but all of it's 100% true. Down to the youth leader telling us about how he had 2 different girlfriends at once when he was a teenager and saying it was a GOOD thing, every last bit of this flipping story is 100% true. Depressed for humanity yet? Get over yourself; it gets worse.

     Back to the blonde chick: anyway, I brought up a conversation with her about school (yes, in real life I'm able to drop my hatred for society for a moment in order to speak civilly with people) and upon finding out I've been homeschooled, I received a disgusted glance and the words, "You're homeschooled? Wow... Don't you ever have any fun?"

     "You're homeschooled? Wow... Don't you ever have any fun?"


     "You're homeschooled? Wow... Don't you ever have any fun?"


      "You're homeschooled? Wow... Don't you ever have any fun?"




      



       My response was one I don't care to place here, but it was something along the lines of the above picture. All I have to ask is, "Why, society?" Why is homeschooling set up as such a foreign, mind-boggling thing? This girl, along with many other people I've met, insinuate by saying things like this that "fun" does not extend beyond the walls of a public education building. Apparently, public schools are the bomb shelters in a world full of "non-fun nukes" being dropped everywhere. Outside of a public school, there is no such thing as merriment, enjoyment, happiness, or "fun."


      SCREW THAT. If public schools are teaching kids that public school is the only place they're going to find any fulfillment in life, then I want nothing to do with such cult-like teaching. I'll have just about as much fun as any drooling public school moron sitting at the desk in my room doing my school online and finishing it up by noon as they will sitting in a classroom 8 hours a day. I'll have as much fun walking outside and talking to my neighbors or spending time with my family as they will listening to their teachers drone on and on about their personal lives or talking with their "friends" at lunch about Internet memes. I will have as much fun going to the library and actually LEARNING things as they will going cheerleading and playing football---which, might I add, won't benefit them at all when the time for the "real world" comes.


      "Waaa, but public school is where I SOCIALIZE!!111oneoneone" "zomg, ur so harsh!!!1" "humsckoolerz are so clozed-mindedd, they just beleeve wut their parentz tell tem!11" "how wil u ever go 2 kollege!1111???" "do you hav any frenz??"

      First of all, there are plenty of places to socialize besides public school, just ask anyone. Do you think people in other countries who don't even have the option of attending a government-operated school such as your own are worried about their socializing skills? No, they socialize every day, because they're starving and have to work for everything they've got---they're part of the REAL WORLD. And you mean to tell me I'm more closed-minded and gullible than the kid who thinks being vacuum-sealed in a classroom like a tuna-fish and gaping at a blackboard with your mouth hanging open like a tuna-fish is the only form of schooling that is "right"? Not to mention, I believe not a word my mother tells me without checking the facts first, and no she's not my "teacher." I actually have schoolbooks that I read and study and learn for MYSELF; she's just there if I need any help. At school, do public school teachers spend their whole time showing you how to do everything and telling you what to believe? Or is he or she just there mainly to go over the lesson, let you do the worksheets and learn it yourself, and stand by in case you need the material to be re-explained in different terms? I thought so. Next, what do you mean, "How will I go to college?" I'll study for the stupid SAT, take the stupid SAT, get a good grade for the stupid SAT, and that number will determine how I get into college. You honestly think any of your grades in high school have anything to do with getting into college? If so: you, my dear, are the one who is severely misinformed.
 

      Do I sound like I know how to have fun yet? By golly gee willikers, I do. And what do you mean, "Do I have any friends?" Let's see what SpongeBob has to say about that:




   


      My blood pressure has risen enough for one segment. BeautifulCynic out.


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

...Something Political

       With all the excitement of the upcoming Presidential election, you can bet that both sides of the political campaign have had their stupid moments. From the whole "Big Bird fiasco" to Biden thinking that Vice Presidential debate = Orbit White commercial,  the whole thing's been pretty chaotic. Most of all, I haven't the faintest intuition as to who may or may not win; all I know is that if you think politicians are idiotic, the voters themselves (that's what we're supposed to be) are even worse.


      Yeah, yeah. The point of this blog isn't to give people my political opinions or to attempt to
sway them. But the voters are the people who contribute to deciding how our government is run, so if I want to mock them for being so lax in casting their vote for MY leader, I will do as I please. So the basic point of this post is that too many people vote without even searching for the facts about their choice of President (or worse yet, they don't vote at all. Because everyone knows choosing our leader is a totally irrelevant factor in our everyday lives and won't affect us one way or another. *sarcasm*) As an example, let's take a look at one of my genius acquaintances on Facebook (I can't bear to refer to the people I associate with on this social networking site as my "friends." Not just because I know I have no actual friends, but because I've added enough people that I hate on my FB list to know Facebook is more suited for stalking people you despise, not people you actually like. Otherwise it would be just boring. Thankfully, I'm not alone in this; I'm surprised Facebook hasn't allowed us to categorize people into "arch-nemesis," "friend," "acquaintance," and "I-don't-really-know-who-the-junk-this-is-but-hey-he-helps-me-on-FarmVille-a-lot-he-can't-possibly-be-a-creeper-right?" But I digress; I'm getting ahead of myself, here.)

    Let's take a look at the following status, folks:


    "Watching the Presidential Debate, and I realized something.... Obama has a nicer tie.. He def has my vote.... Js ;P"


     "Watching the Presidential Debate, and I realized something.... Obama has a nicer tie.. He def has my vote.... Js ;P"

    "Watching the Presidential Debate, and I realized something.... Obama has a nicer tie.. He def has my vote.... Js ;P"

   ".... Obama has a nicer tie"


      That's right, folks. Voting now no longer depends on the politician's policies, or his plans to help
the economy. It doesn't matter his religion, race, gender, his stance on abortion, his stance on gay
marriage, or even what country he came from. In the end, all it boils down to is the piece of fabric
protruding from his collar.


     What. The. Junk.


     I can't even begin to describe what's wrong with this. Maybe I'll understand if I take a closer look
at his tie and compare it to Romney's...after all, while I watched the debate, I was so busy paying
attention to the fact that Obama kept nodding in agreement to Romney's statements and I was far too busy yelling, "WHY ARE YOU NODDING YOUR HEAD? HE'S NODDING HIS HEAD LIKE HE AGREES. WHAT THE JUNK? DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS?!" I was later sedated and put to bed for the night by the rest of my family so I wouldn't tear up the TV screen like an untamed savage.  


    *Ahem.* Obama's tie:



   
   
    Romney's tie:




   



     Remarkable. The fact Romney's tie is red and has stripes rather than plain-Jane blue suddenly just made me want to vote for Obama instead. To think I've been undecided this whole time!---


    GOOD LORD. Am I the only one who sees what is wrong with this statement? What's worse is the comment that followed this abomination of a status:


    "Lol I know who would want to vote for Romney?...he wants to get rid of Big Bird. >:O Democrat 2012!"


      Whoa. Now the Presidential election is riding not only on whether or not the candidate has an attractive enough tie, but because of some random fat guy who walks around in a fictional yellow bird's costume, whose show's target demographic consists of children who aren't even old enough to know what the flying fig a President even is. Wait; I take that back. They might know more about it than the voters themselves---which, let's be honest, doesn't take much.


      To make matters worse, Romney never once said he was gonna get rid of Big Bird. He just said
he wanted to "cut government funding for PBS." Apparently to these "voters," however, cutting
funding is the equivalent of Romney hauling up and brutally shooting Big Bird's brains out with a bazooka right in front of every child in America. Yeah, makes total sense.


        My blood pressure has risen enough for one segment. Remember, kids: think before you vote. I don't care who it is, just CHECK THE RELEVANT FACTS FIRST. It could not only save the country from voting in a complete moron to run this country, but could prevent you from making yourself look like a totally uneducated imbecile in the process.