Hamas won the election in Palestine. Yeah, America, that’s what you get when you have DEMOCRACY. The people demand Hamas, bitch!
So stop fantasizing that democracy will solve all your problems, cowboy. You can bomb the living crap out of Iraq and put Saddam in nude, but you can never control how the people think and feel.
Not without manipulation, at least.
Let’s learn from one political icon and his party which never won the electoral majority but still managed to seize the control of the country. He was also able to suspend many so-called human rights because providing stability and safety to the country was obviously more important. Besides, he managed to convince the nation that his values and his wars were going to lead the country to the right direction. Of course, he had a lot hardcore supporters.
Who am I talking about? Not George W Bush and the righteous Republican party. I’m talking about Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party. Yeah, the Charlie Chaplin looking dude. Not that Brokeback Mountain cowboy.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Nothing interesting here...
Work was pretty hectic today. Well, Wednesdays are never easy because I don’t get off from work until 8:30 pm. Sometimes I enjoy it, but tonight was just chaotic. For the most part, I enjoy being a children’s counselor. But when the kids go crazy and out of control, it gives me headaches and reminds me that having kids is a crazy idea (good luck to my friends Nadia & Steve).
All that won’t matter soon. My eventual demise from the shelter is coming in four weeks. Although I was told about the cut for six weeks already, I have yet to start looking for a new job in a serious manner. I am just lazy. I don’t know why. Maybe I should discuss that with my therapist tomorrow. However, I am still working very hard for my current job. My friend, who was also going to be cut, went to India and France five weeks ago. My supervisor got fired two weeks ago before her time was up like mine (and still managed to get paid until then). My mentally challenged co-worker is starting to take a day off every week until her last day. I am the only jackass burying myself into my job day in and day out… while I should focus on my near future. (I should be as motivated as Ed Helms on tonight’s Daily Show segment, which showed his job-hunting efforts.)
On a good note, people are treating me pretty nice. Yeah, that’s pretty standard, but I feel like some of my co-workers are being extra nice to me because I’m leaving soon. Rebecca bought me a breakfast taco today from a place she told me long time ago. That’s very nice of her, and maybe it has nothing to do with my departure. I didn’t get a chance to put that tasty taco in my mouth until 8:45 pm. So that taco (plus Lisa’s donut holes) became my dinner tonight.
Can’t stop listening to Television’s Marquee Moon. Tom Verlaine’s and Richard Llyod’s dueling guitars are blowing my brains off.
All that won’t matter soon. My eventual demise from the shelter is coming in four weeks. Although I was told about the cut for six weeks already, I have yet to start looking for a new job in a serious manner. I am just lazy. I don’t know why. Maybe I should discuss that with my therapist tomorrow. However, I am still working very hard for my current job. My friend, who was also going to be cut, went to India and France five weeks ago. My supervisor got fired two weeks ago before her time was up like mine (and still managed to get paid until then). My mentally challenged co-worker is starting to take a day off every week until her last day. I am the only jackass burying myself into my job day in and day out… while I should focus on my near future. (I should be as motivated as Ed Helms on tonight’s Daily Show segment, which showed his job-hunting efforts.)
On a good note, people are treating me pretty nice. Yeah, that’s pretty standard, but I feel like some of my co-workers are being extra nice to me because I’m leaving soon. Rebecca bought me a breakfast taco today from a place she told me long time ago. That’s very nice of her, and maybe it has nothing to do with my departure. I didn’t get a chance to put that tasty taco in my mouth until 8:45 pm. So that taco (plus Lisa’s donut holes) became my dinner tonight.
Can’t stop listening to Television’s Marquee Moon. Tom Verlaine’s and Richard Llyod’s dueling guitars are blowing my brains off.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Awkward Lunch Chat
I usually avoid taking part in a conversation which I know my opinion is not pleasant to others' ears, especially when I am talking with people that I don't dare to change, nor do I dare to offend them. I know some people block out messages they don't like, no matter how factual the messages really.
Oh yeah, and some of you fuckers who know me thought I dare to say anything. It is just because I feel safe enough to talk to you.
But sometimes there is no way to escape from talking.
Say lunch time today (tuesday). I was heating up my cheap-ass Hot Pocket Chicken Pot Pie in the staff break room, hoping to eat before a meeting. Two of my co-workers were enjoying their lunch when I walked in. As I started to absorb my pitifully meal, the two of them started talking about the theory of evolution. I was thinking, "Sweet Zombie Jesus, this is going awkward, I hope I won't get sucked into this meaningless conversation. I'm sure how it is going to end."
I don't know them very well, but I know Ms. E is a devouted Christian who sent everybody a Christmas card with more than 3 references of God in it. Ms. I is pretty new and I know she was not gonna say anything that would upset Ms. E or anyone. To avoid any chance of participating the conversation, I tried not to listen to them and focus on chewing my pot pie. I heard Ms. E saying something like how ridiculous the theory of evolution is ("You tellin' me that we came from monkeys?" etc). Ms. I, being the office newbie who needs the guidance of Ms. E the vetran, kept nodding and agreeing with her (without saying anything substantial). Then Ms. E said something about her nephew coming back from college and telling the family what he learned about evolution. She said "Just because they taught that at school does not mean that they are true." (Man, no wonder America's education system is so fucked up, you people don't even care about the validity of school materials.) <--- of course i didn't say this out loud.
Then the awkward moment comes. Ms. I, who didn't say a full sentence in their conversation, asked me, "So, what do you think, Francisco? Do you believe in evolution?" I was thinking, "Why the fuck do you dare to ask me? I'm trying to avoid this shit! She must be feeling trapped inside this conversation and trying to turn the spotlight on me." I, who was in no mood for a sure-win debate, did not want to lie about my own opinions... nor did I want to be the one who tell someone that Santa is not real. I was trying to be very diplomatic. I said I think the theory of evolution is valid. Ms. E was a little surprised (because I mentioned I went to Church two weeks ago?) and asked me skeptically, " So you really think we came from monkeys... or apes?" I said I think we share our ancestors with a lot of different animals. I don't even dare to explain the process of natural selection. Why do I care? I will only offend Miss E abd she won't change her mind anyway, no matter how factual my point is. I just wanted to state what I stand for and that's it. I did not want to try changing anyone. Ms. E then said, "Well, bless your heart!"
I really don't know why the hell they got so surprised that I think evolution is a fact.
I don't even want to discuss the ignorance of the mentality of science-is-against-religion now.
I just wanna say: I don't believe in anything. I THINK. I don't BELIEVE. I don't believe in the theory of evolution. I don't believe in Jesus. I don't believe in anything in a concrete manner. I hate to use the word "believe" because it sound so illogical and baseless in this world today. I think and I process. I "BELIEVE" I am more open to change, for belief's sake.
I am glad that Ms. E was nowhere near during one of my blasphemous outburts ("Jesus Fucking Christ!" etc), I'm sure I would have given her a heart attack.
Bob Dylan - "Ballad of a Thin Man" (Highway 61 Revisited)
Oh yeah, and some of you fuckers who know me thought I dare to say anything. It is just because I feel safe enough to talk to you.
But sometimes there is no way to escape from talking.
Say lunch time today (tuesday). I was heating up my cheap-ass Hot Pocket Chicken Pot Pie in the staff break room, hoping to eat before a meeting. Two of my co-workers were enjoying their lunch when I walked in. As I started to absorb my pitifully meal, the two of them started talking about the theory of evolution. I was thinking, "Sweet Zombie Jesus, this is going awkward, I hope I won't get sucked into this meaningless conversation. I'm sure how it is going to end."
I don't know them very well, but I know Ms. E is a devouted Christian who sent everybody a Christmas card with more than 3 references of God in it. Ms. I is pretty new and I know she was not gonna say anything that would upset Ms. E or anyone. To avoid any chance of participating the conversation, I tried not to listen to them and focus on chewing my pot pie. I heard Ms. E saying something like how ridiculous the theory of evolution is ("You tellin' me that we came from monkeys?" etc). Ms. I, being the office newbie who needs the guidance of Ms. E the vetran, kept nodding and agreeing with her (without saying anything substantial). Then Ms. E said something about her nephew coming back from college and telling the family what he learned about evolution. She said "Just because they taught that at school does not mean that they are true." (Man, no wonder America's education system is so fucked up, you people don't even care about the validity of school materials.) <--- of course i didn't say this out loud.
Then the awkward moment comes. Ms. I, who didn't say a full sentence in their conversation, asked me, "So, what do you think, Francisco? Do you believe in evolution?" I was thinking, "Why the fuck do you dare to ask me? I'm trying to avoid this shit! She must be feeling trapped inside this conversation and trying to turn the spotlight on me." I, who was in no mood for a sure-win debate, did not want to lie about my own opinions... nor did I want to be the one who tell someone that Santa is not real. I was trying to be very diplomatic. I said I think the theory of evolution is valid. Ms. E was a little surprised (because I mentioned I went to Church two weeks ago?) and asked me skeptically, " So you really think we came from monkeys... or apes?" I said I think we share our ancestors with a lot of different animals. I don't even dare to explain the process of natural selection. Why do I care? I will only offend Miss E abd she won't change her mind anyway, no matter how factual my point is. I just wanted to state what I stand for and that's it. I did not want to try changing anyone. Ms. E then said, "Well, bless your heart!"
I really don't know why the hell they got so surprised that I think evolution is a fact.
I don't even want to discuss the ignorance of the mentality of science-is-against-religion now.
I just wanna say: I don't believe in anything. I THINK. I don't BELIEVE. I don't believe in the theory of evolution. I don't believe in Jesus. I don't believe in anything in a concrete manner. I hate to use the word "believe" because it sound so illogical and baseless in this world today. I think and I process. I "BELIEVE" I am more open to change, for belief's sake.
I am glad that Ms. E was nowhere near during one of my blasphemous outburts ("Jesus Fucking Christ!" etc), I'm sure I would have given her a heart attack.
Bob Dylan - "Ballad of a Thin Man" (Highway 61 Revisited)
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