So, I am on my roommate's computer and just signed in so I could post that mediocre b-log with all the sweet lady business videos and I HAD to use my gmail to sign in. Now I switch to capital letters to express my rage:
FUCK YOU GOOGLE, I DON'T WANT ALL OF MY ACCOUNTS TO BE WITH YOU. THERE's A REASON I HAD SEPARATE ACCOUNTS IN DIFFERENT PLACES. YOU'RE DOUCHY ASS FASCISTS WHO RAPE MY INTERNET FREEDOM AND I JUST WON'T USE YOUTUBE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I CAN BE MY G-DDAMNED YOUTUBE ACCOUNT YOU BITCHES I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU YOU'RE EVIL.
And that's what I think of Google taking over the internet. I think it's bad and I think it's illegal in the USA under monopoly laws and they're dicks. And I know that they can and will read this because Google owns all of the internet and I THINK YOU're BIG SMELLY COCKS.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Socio-class-gender-race-vagina
So, Sometimes I like to tell women, in bed, that they shouldn't try thinking or reading because they are frail and female. I really know better. But I also know that there is no such thing as JUST GENDER, or JUST RACE, OR JUST JEWISH, OR JUST GAY. There's poor and Jewish (it happens a lot-fuck you stereotypes), there's Black and Gay, or Latino and Male but maybe you don't want to be a chauvinistic dickhead.
Anyway these REALLY offensive adds remind me that we can't separate our identities and how they work.
http://www.moxiebird.com/2011/07/summers-eve-shows-us-the-definition-of-the-word-douche.html
And in terms of my mild fetish for sweet commercials they are NOT nor will they ever be as awesome as the Kotex U commercials which I found hilarious and affirming.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXz9OcnRBYY
Anyway these REALLY offensive adds remind me that we can't separate our identities and how they work.
http://www.moxiebird.com/2011/07/summers-eve-shows-us-the-definition-of-the-word-douche.html
And in terms of my mild fetish for sweet commercials they are NOT nor will they ever be as awesome as the Kotex U commercials which I found hilarious and affirming.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXz9OcnRBYY
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Beating Fireworks into Ploughshares
I happen to be a fan of my country and while I find citizenship more important than patriotism; especially defined by children getting skin cancer and waving tiny american flags that were made in China, I do LOVE the 4th of July. I love barbeques and parades and fireworks.
My firework love was tainted tonight though. And not just because of the resources and the littering but because of irony. Everytime the flash-boom happened, I thought of my friend who has done two tours in Iraq and how much he HATES the Fourth of July. We celebrate our country and it's military/defense heroes by traumatizing their PTSD even further.
While sitting on a lovely lady's lap while she hugged me in the rain, I began to ponder fireworks qua fireworks. And how they are AWESOME. And I was kind of wishing we had some Gandelf, super magical fireworks with like dragons and stuff. I noted we didn't have blue...maybe they can only make certain colors because of the gun powder or something.
It's reminiscent of the Isaiah quote “and they shall beat their swords into plowshares/And their spears into pruning hooks:/Nation shall not take up/Sword against nation;/They shall never again know war.” (2:4)
Moreover I am reminded of the fluffy version from Mishkan T'filah “Don't stop after beating the swords into ploughshares, don't stop! Go on beating and make musical intruments out of them./ Whoever wants to make war again will have to turn them into ploughshares first.”
Weaponry has changed a lot since Isaiah was runnin' around. We can't just beat them into other things anymore. But what if we used all that powder and junk to make pretty displays instead of killing people?
I also pondered whether they shoot these things off in places like Kosovo or Israel that have had shelling in modern times. I won't be manufacturing arms or fireworks or ploughshares or musical instruments...maybe ploughshares....anytime soon, but I enjoy walking home in the chaos, people, cars, bikes, carts, happy-like explosions, like our own celebratory exodus.
My firework love was tainted tonight though. And not just because of the resources and the littering but because of irony. Everytime the flash-boom happened, I thought of my friend who has done two tours in Iraq and how much he HATES the Fourth of July. We celebrate our country and it's military/defense heroes by traumatizing their PTSD even further.
While sitting on a lovely lady's lap while she hugged me in the rain, I began to ponder fireworks qua fireworks. And how they are AWESOME. And I was kind of wishing we had some Gandelf, super magical fireworks with like dragons and stuff. I noted we didn't have blue...maybe they can only make certain colors because of the gun powder or something.
It's reminiscent of the Isaiah quote “and they shall beat their swords into plowshares/And their spears into pruning hooks:/Nation shall not take up/Sword against nation;/They shall never again know war.” (2:4)
Moreover I am reminded of the fluffy version from Mishkan T'filah “Don't stop after beating the swords into ploughshares, don't stop! Go on beating and make musical intruments out of them./ Whoever wants to make war again will have to turn them into ploughshares first.”
Weaponry has changed a lot since Isaiah was runnin' around. We can't just beat them into other things anymore. But what if we used all that powder and junk to make pretty displays instead of killing people?
I also pondered whether they shoot these things off in places like Kosovo or Israel that have had shelling in modern times. I won't be manufacturing arms or fireworks or ploughshares or musical instruments...maybe ploughshares....anytime soon, but I enjoy walking home in the chaos, people, cars, bikes, carts, happy-like explosions, like our own celebratory exodus.
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