Keep the "R" word alive!

If I was to say, " Oh, he used the 'R' word..." What would that mean to you? I would suppose most people would have a guess at it, but most wouldn't really know, unless they heard that pathetically hilarious radio commercial. There's a commercial I heard on the radio at the beginning of last summer that talked about how we need to put an end to the use of the word retard or retarded. They talk about how it's an insensitive word, that is hateful and mean and portrays the handicap people in a derogatory sense. Well, to that I say PISH POSH! They even have they're own website called, helpstoptheRword.com or something like that, I'm not quite sure. I never went to it. The way I see it is that people are sensitive enough (not that there's no room for improvement) to handicap people in this day and age. Sure, we make jokes to emphasize details and actions in funny stories, or to create mental images that tickle the brain, but I would say in most cases people are not inherently mean. When one calls another retarded they're just implying that they acted stupid, or did or said something idiotic. They are not comparing them to a person with down syndrome or some other handicap. They're simply calling them slow...in the head, which I think we can all agree happens to the best of us. It's commercials and groups like that that give power to the word. By claiming that it associates them with the word they're opening the door for it to be used foully towards them. I never really understood growing up why bad words were bad words. It always seemed so silly to me that a word could be so offensive. As I have been growing older I have seen people of all ages and cultures react in a bunch of different ways to some choice words that have been deemed taboo. My opinion has always been the same really. We choose to be offended or not. We cannot control how others act. We can choose how we act. Especially when it comes to something as simple as a word, which is no more than a vocalized though or idea. To me it seems worse to make more things forbidden because you know the kids, especially, and adults alike are always allured to such things, and without education on such things they become a whole other monster twisted into a new idea worse than the first. No, instead of making thing more things forbidden we should make less things forbidden and educate people more. I really think that's where the answer lies. When I call you retarded, I'm not insulting the handicapped. I'm insulting you, saying your less than handicapped. Because we all know that handicapped is really short for handicapable. Handicapped, I really think, is a worse word. Setting those people with differences to think they are less, when in reality they're just different. But hey, we're all different in our own way and have our own strengths and weaknesses, fo sho! Help educate the world, Don't set us back by buying into some of these things that sound like they're good hearted (and they are) but actually devolve us as a human society. We are better than that. Support the "R" word and all that using it offers us. We have the right to a colorful language. You know when someones being mean...

Why I hate Wal-Mart

I'm not really trying to turn this blog into things I hate, but sometimes it's just easier to write about those topics. Now, I know Wal-Mart has the incredible savings factor, and that's why against all morals we tend do some shopping there, but they suck. In fact, they suck a big fat one! We've all had our own bad experiences there, whether it was not being able to find an employee for help, even when there's like a million of them working at any given time, or having to wait in a long frikin' line when there's about 30 lanes but only 4 of them open, or they play the send you away to another department game just to get rid of a question they can't answer, but today it sucked for a different reason. You see, I had to procure a few items for a new job I am starting. I needed some slip resistant shoes, a pair or two blue jeans and a few black polo shirts. Well shoes were no problem. Pants, not hard to find. Now the polo shirts were the tricky part. So after making a good effort to look through the Men Swear department (and I say Men Swear because I was about to cuss out the stupid lady who misinformed me) I couldn't seem to find where they might store their polo shirts. I'm not above asking for help. I don't have that typical male ego of not asking for directions or asking for assistance in a store when I need to. I'd rather be in and out, and if asking for help helps me accomplish that, I'll get right to it. So luckily the the employees near by didn't get that "sixth Wal-Mart sense", you know the one where they just know that someone's about to ask for help and so they conveniently disappear, and I was able to find someone to ask for help. So I asked them, yeah there was two of them which you would think would be more brain power to assist me...not the case. I asked the two ladies, "Do you know where you keep the polo shirts around here?". They kind of looked at each other and then one of them said to me, " Oh, we don't have any here. Yeah, you might find them at a different branch, but we  don't have any here.". I said thanks and as I walked away I cursed them under my breath, even though if that was the case I know it's not their fault, but still it was inconvenient and I was frustrated by that. I started thinking then of all the other places that might have them and all the driving around I might have to do, instead of the one-stop-shop that they so pridefully boast. I even called a couple people to see their opinion of where I might find some cheap ones. During that time of contemplation I continued to look around because a wise person never trusts what a Wal-Mart employee tells them about their own place of work, NEVER! And then all of a sudden on it's own rack on the outer realm of the Men Swear department I saw them. Polo shirts of all assorted colors and sizes. Wow! I mean really, WOW! For only $9 you can purchase one of any color and size you want, but I guess they don't sell them there...so should I steal them, how does this work? Well, I'm not a moron, which is more than I can say for most Wal-Mart employees, so I decided to try and buy them. Now you see, where I get pissed by this is that I could have stopped looking, went on a crazy adventure all over towns (let's be real, there are a bunch of towns around here that I could have had to drive through to find what I was looking for) and I might have not even got the good deal I got at Wal-Mart. Now you may say, there's a price to pay for a low price to pay, but what erks me is that they drug test the employee applicants there, but they don't idiot test them. A guy like me couldn't get a job there, but a highschool drop-out with eight brain cells can work there all day long. Just amazing! That is all.

Public Enemy #1!

How can I put into words the feeling of loathing I have for Nancy Grace and all she stands for? Should I even try? YES! I hate that bitch!!! Look, I will admit to have an honest opinion of her I would have to have, in fact, seen her show a few times. I will say that her smugly face and her twangy accent have caught me a few times, seeing what she's so RUDELY protesting now. You see the thing is every time I stop on her channel to see whats up, I realize that what she's reporting on isn't even important. Sure, what she talks about are issues. Baby nappers, little kids accidentally eating reefer rice krispie treats, and teachers having sex with students are real problems, but there are deeper rooted issues that spawn those indecent acts. She's just a rabel rouser to put it as Dave might say. Enticing people to get riled up about those kind of things just for the sake of hearing your own voice and having your own television is just wrong. REALLY, just wrong. If your gonna get people riled up for something do it for a cause worth doing. Like ending world hunger, or fighting intolerance. I've also noticed that any guest she has, reporting on her own issues, is routinely berated with rude comments, and is belittled constantly. These guest come to report on issues she picked. They come on to give extra information to the story, to stoke her evil fire. Don't be mean to those people. They're helping your "cause". Whew, I had to get that off my chest. I know that in all reality I'm actually just promoting her and that anyone who hasn't heard of her or at least seen her might now be inclined to do so. Well, I don't say no, don't check it out because it might be good to see first hand the horrible web of nastiness that is Nancy Grace. That is all.

I was wondering

I've recently been thinking about starting my own little business, and when I say little I really do mean it. I have often wondered to myself, in my unemployed state, what am I good at, or what talents do I have? I guess thinking that should be the direction to head for in looking for real work. I've toyed with the idea a few times in  my head of starting to teach beginners guitar. It hasn't really gone past the idea, though recently I've had a few people ask me if I knew a good place that teaches guitar lessons. I really wouldn't know where to begin seeing as the few people I have had the chance to teach were just around so it made it easy. I mean, what's the going rate for that kind of stuff anyways, and how would I even get it out there. I'm fully confident in my beginners teaching ability because I have seen success, but where do I start? Hmmmmmm.... Oh yeah, went bowling and broke 100! Alright!

Concerning turtles...

It has been recently reported that I like really like turtles, but I must regretfully inform you that I don't really like them that much. I'd say that I like them the as much as the next guy, unless that next guy happens to be Oroku Saki.

I like turtles

I really do like turtles!

First Post

I have stuff to say, so my sister created this blog for me.  Read it. Love it. Follow me. Thanks!