June 25th, 2004

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Why I Hate Celebrities

That shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Now, this is not an invective against anyone's appreciation of any celebrity. You like who you like why you like them, makes no difference to me, knock yourself out. I'm talking about them in general.

What is it that makes someone lose their brain when they become a star? It's like all those lights and flashbulbs burn out your cranial cells. Suddenly, people who might have been fun, intelligent, normal humans become self-obsessed, boneheaded, imbeciles. Here's some examples, all taken just from today's news:
  • Remember Britney Spears' goofy 55-hour marriage? The New York Post claims that she's accepted a proposal from her boyfriend of two whole months, Kevin Federline. Seems he was with her through all her recent knee surgery. And, lemme tell ya, this guy's a real catch: he's presently awaiting the birth of his second child with "Moesha" actress Shar Jackson. And poor little rich girl Britney, she had to cancel all those shows, and is estimated to be missing out on three-quarter million to one million per show (37 shows cancelled). Not counting merchandise sales, of course.
  • Michelle Pfeiffer and David E. Kelley have decided to sell their Brentwood "compound". They got it four years ago (six-bedroom, 7,500-sq.-ft. house) for $15 million, and paid $7 million for the adjoining property, and now are moving out to a 'horse ranch',and selling the place...for $49 million. Somehow, I don't think property values doubled during their time there...or maybe them leaving doubled them?
  • Is there some reason J-Lo and Marc Anthony are still keeping the marriage a secret? First off, who cares? Secondly, we all know. But still, they seem to think that maybe we won't all notice, like when she shows up as he performed a private concert in South Beach, reportedly arriving just before 10 p.m., accompanied by both a wall of security guards and her song "Let's Get Loud," which was blaring on the speakers. Real quiet and all.
  • Lorenzo lamas is all set to throw an engagement party to announce his upcoming nuptials (5th marriage for him) to Playboy model Barbara Moore...but apparently, he's not yet divorced from his present (4th) wife, Playboy model Shauna Sand. Man, if there was ever a guy that needed to just date...
Airheads. And don't kid yourself, you see the stories and sound bites every day.

Now, you gotta stop and ask yourself: why does ANYONE care about their political leanings, statements, or causes?
Do Us A Favor...

Building On That

The end of that 'celebrity' rant got my mind running...hang on to your ass.

Do you honestly think your government is in place to help you, improve your quality of life, run the country for the betterment of it's citizens? Christ, I hope not. The government isn't in place for YOU, it's in place for IT. Think about it; they'd never get anything done if they had to think about the citizens every time something came up. besides, what would be the lure of being in the driver's seat then? it'd be a complete headache.

Douglas Adams said it well: "...those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it...anyone who is capable of getting themselves elected President should on no account be allowed to do the job." That's really the basis of the problem. We (as a country) don't seem to remember how to think critically and find the best solution. Instead, we rely on the opinions of others (like celebrities...WTF?) to make up our minds for us. The worst of this is the political parties.

Now, when this all got started, those parties may have actually been worth something. now, however, they are a pair of huge, glorified propaganda machines. Have you ever seen/heard of these political parties actually doing anything, other than slandering the other? These are potentially HUGE groups of people, who could band together and do anything. And too damn many citizens make their voting choices based simply on which person claims to be a member of which party...the party that was good enough for Daddy, and which those citizens vote for, every election. Apparently, these people have forgotten that whole "every person has a brain" thing, and that you can think differently from someone else, and still claim anything you want. Maybe because they DON'T have a brain.

Here's another thing to rattle your brain. Think about the price of the present police actions of the American government in Iraq. Think of those billions of dollars (somewhere around $120 billion, as of this writing)...and think of how many ways that money could have been used to improve conditions in this country. Science, education, health, welfare, you name it...now, ask yourself where that kind of money was, before this conflict. Not being used to help the country, was it? Priorities? As Dwight Eisenhower said, back in '53, "every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed."

The bottom line is that every time you vote someone into office, all you are really doing is making sure that the government is still there. Each leader tends to only really make happy about half the people (his party followers), and when he's gone another chimp takes his place. Power has become, not a means to an end, but and end in and of itself. They play on the citizenry like you would play upon a flute, manipulative propaganda masters, better than anything Orwell ever dreamed. What was it Goering said, at the Nuremberg trials? "Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger." Sound familiar? Or are you too busy being fascinated by 'American Idol', 'Survivor', celebrity news, and the like?

When you vote...think about what you are doing...and what all you are really doing. Your choice: you can follow, or you can lead. At the very least, you can think.
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Can't Decide

OK, this either makes me as good as some people claim I am, or it makes me the biggest chump in Creation.

Yesterday was my wife's birthday. What did I do for her? Cooked dinner for her to take to eat with her girlfriend.

I'm so weird.
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It's Fun To Be Right

Dianna had a second appointment at that Children's program Centre thingy, from last week. This was to go over what they had discovered from testing Erik. She just got back form the meeting with the people there and Jackass. She walks in and tells me to just hear her out and not to say anything until she's done...that sorta worries me for a second, but as it turned out...

She sits down and tells me everything they have decided from the tests...and, short version, it's that he doesn't have any learning disability, just a few problems focusing and staying on task, and a little bit of attention issues. What he needs is a little help from all of us (which will be established during the summer, with a couple more meetings up there) in helping him set goals for what he's doing, in order to better keep him on track, etc.

Funny, I've been saying that from the very beginning. As everyone else babbled on about dyslexia and ADHD and Asberger's Syndrome, my position was that he really just needed to be taught to buckle down and get shit done. And now, here's the doc, final word, vindicating me.

Booyah. Boo. Fucking. Yah.

Best part? When this all came out, Dianna pipes up, right in front of FuckKnuckle, with "Wow, funny...my husband's been saying that for two years." Man, it's fun to be right.
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