On Racism

First and foremost, racism is completely ignorant and unnecessary. There is no reason to ever hate anyone because of their outer appearance, and there are not, nor will there ever be, exceptions to this rule. Racism is not only found among Whites, it is found in Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and every other race on the planet. The best way to defeat this racism is not through more racism, nor violence, but non-violence alone can combat this evil enemy.

Black nationalists have taken it upon themselves to fight back against racism with violence towards the “White Man,” which is extremely counter-productive and, essentially, makes them racists themselves. This helps nothing and only makes the group they are combating more racist, more violent, and more hateful. There is nothing helpful in this method, but everything hurtful.

One of the main issues people need to get past in order to destroy racism is the fact that what happened in the past is history and we needn’t dwell on it. In contrast we need to move forward. The key word here is “forgive.” I am a white man, but I have never enslaved anyone, never whipped anyone, never denied anyone anything based on race; yet some men hate me as if I have done all of these things, only because of the color of my skin.

Also, programs intended to advance the members of any race, such as Affirmative Action, only widen the social gap between races. The complete and immediate destruction of all similar programs would be an excellent step in the obliteration of racism. Everyone, even the people who “benefit” from these programs would benefit more from their collapse.

So far most of these arguments have been geared towards the world’s minorities, however, Whites are the biggest perpetrators of this issue. I have no desire to support this argument by facts of the past because the people involved in racism at that time are not the same people involved in the present and future struggles. My main argument on this issue rather is the white men and women I meet and talk to everyday, especially in the south of the United States where so many are racist. Much of their reasoning is completely ignorant and inherited from relatives. If a man is racist there is a great chance he will raise his children as racists, and there is a good chance his children will not give up these ideas when they become of an age when it is reasonable to think for one’s self.

Many of the Whites’ arguments are based on the percentage of other races in jail, crime rate, language (including accents and slang), among other things. These are not only irrelevant, but ignorant, and do not matter because, no matter what, all men are different. These percentages have everything to do with income, location, etc., and nothing to do with skin color.

So, please, next time you have something negative to say or do against a member of another race, please think it through and either keep it to your self or disband it from your mind. As a matter of fact, do everything in your power to keep any of these thoughts from ever entering your mind, and you will be a better person for it. Be the change you want to see in the world.

I Was Shat On…

So there was this big college party, about three blocks from my dorm, the largest dorm on campus. It was at one of the local fraternity houses and I was a Freshman trying to experience everything in this crazy new college, party life. My friend Dan had heard about this party so I tagged along, just us two walking to the Delta Sig (not really the name, but I will use this throughout the story to cover up their actual name) party house.

Once we arrived we saw that the party was in the basement, and so began to descend the wooden, outdoor steps which were connected to the wrap-around porch. We were met by one of the brothers marking X’s on hands with a black Sharpie. We received our X’s and continued through the door.

Once inside we headed directly for the bar where, after a relatively short wait, I was handed a can of Bud Light. I trekked across the basement to the dance floor where I started to scout for the hottest girls. as I was walking across the dance floor I passed a random guy dancing with a girl while holding himself up by a pipe in the ceiling rafters. As soon as I was under the pipe, it decided it couldn’t hold his wait any longer. The pipe broke and a murky, brown liquid was splashed on my right shoulder and ran down my arm and the side of my shirt.

My first assumption was, ‘Fuck, I just got splashed by the garbage disposal pipe. And then the smell hit. “IS THIS SHIT?!” Yes. Yes, it was shit ladies and gentleman. I was shit on by a pipe at a fraternity house. The smell of the flowing waste was so rank it cleared the basement in ten seconds flat. Cops can’t break up parties that fast.

So I bet your wondering what I did. Well, I did what every party goer in college would do. I took off my shirt, Dan and I sprinted back to my dorm where I changed and washed up in about three minutes flat, and we ran back out the door, leaving my roommate to continue his laughter as we sprinted back to hit the next party.

An Essay On The Battle Over Citizen Kane

This is not the story of Orson Welles’ experience in making the movie “Citizen Kane,” nor is it a documentary on how it was made. This is the documentary of the relationship between Orson Welles, director of “Citizen Kane” and William Randolph Hearst, the man whose life the movie is based on. Welles was just twenty-four years old when he began to work on “Citizen Kane.” He was a young man who had become famous all too quickly and believed that he was truly the best and nothing he did was wrong. Hearst was an older man who had become rich from mass media, including newspapers, radio, and magazines.

William Hearst is often considered the biggest and best influence ever in mass media. That is a huge accomplishment. When Hearst was young and failing out of college he told his father, George Hearst, that he wanted to take over one of the newspapers that George happened to own. His father couldn’t understand why he did not want to inherit something more profitable, but agreed nonetheless. Will’s plan was to publish any story, whether it had been covered already or not, and make it his own. He would even pay people to create news. For example he paid someone to jump off of a ferry and see how long it took to be rescued by the crew or other bystanders.

Orson Welles used Hearst’s own moves in creating “Citizen Kane,” which ultimately led to the conflict between Welles and Hearst. Just as Hearst’s career was to destroy the life of others, Welles’ career meant destroying the reputation of Hearst. Welles portrayed Hearst as a cruel man who exploited anyone and everyone he could to get ahead in the media business. His life was work first, relationships second. The greatest similarity between Welles and Hearst seemed to be that they have both built careers on controversy.

The Preakness Party

Held every third Saturday in May at Maryland’s Pimlico Race Course, this is sure to be the best party of your year (unless you try something else on my Places To Go list the same year). Make sure you bring plenty of beer even if you aren’t twenty-one, because when I went security wasn’t checking IDs. They were, however, checking through the coolers for weapons and other such things, so make sure you leave those at home.

Walking to the infield there is a long tunnel you must go through. Be sure to yell some very profane, inappropriate, highly offensive words in the tunnel; everyone does it. Once you are standing on the infield take a look at your watch in order to remember what time you started drinking for bragging rights later. “Yeah, I mean, it’s really not that big of a deal, it was already 9 a.m. when I started drinking, plus it was only a few shots of tequila.”

Don’t feel bad if you forget that there are actually horses at this party, everyone does. Although occasionally you will hear cheers when they run by on the outer ring that has had you wondering what it’s point is. Also, if you are in a fraternity be sure to wear letters or some kind of clothing that represents your organization. I wore my Theta Chi jersey and met about thirty other brothers who I hung out with for the rest of the race.

 

    What to Bring:

  • Clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty
  • Some kind of seat (can be the cooler)
  • Cooler
  • BEER
  • Parking Passes
  • A trained bladder
    Optional:

  • Liquor (not allowed so sneak it in)
  • Camera (you will see breasts)
  • Blow-up Pool
  • Caution Tape

 

If you get there early enough you will be able to grab a space, set up a squared off section of caution tape, and maybe a blow-up pool filled with ice and beer in the center. Or, on second thought, fill it with KY and let the girls wrestle it out. Trust me, they’ll do it.

 

Buy tickets for this year’s Preakness on May 16, 2009.

Teeth: A Horror Fantasy

I can not hold this back any longer. Teeth: A Horror Fantasy is an excellent vampire novel by Marcus Damanda, my former seventh grade (favorite) teacher. I don’t even like fantasy OR horror novels! I mostly tend to read non-fiction; this book, however, is an awesome fictitious read.

The story is about a teenage boy who is abused by his father and picked on at school, mostly by a specific group of bullies. Damanda is a very graphic author, explaining in detail one early scene of the bullies urinating on the unfortunate protagonist. He goes on to encounter a group of vampires while escaping his high school enemies and eventually becomes intimate with a young woman who belongs to the “family” of vampires.

I would be lying if I said the original goal of this post was not to publicise a great novel that I believe should be consumed by the minds of the masses. This was the perfect break from my non-fiction norm–finally reading something that relaxed my mind, while still engaging myself in the art of prediction-making, as Teeth contains many twists and turns.

 

 

Buy Teeth: A Horror Fantasy now!

On College

The current system of higher education (College or University) is complete and utter bullshit. It is practically the same thing as high school, except it costs $15,000 a year for the schools that aren’t even considered good (yet more bullshit). The same failing method that is used to teach high school is used to teach college, or University for those in other countries. I can not speak for these other countries however, so don’t think that is what I am trying to accomplish. I am merely speaking on what I know, and what I know are the colleges of the United States.

The failing method I speak so negatively of is this: one goes to class (this usually is not a class the student signed up for, but one that is merely required), one “learns” the required material, one studies said material in order to do well on the test, one passes said test, one forgets said material. This is the cycle that goes on continually in our society and no one has yet been brave enough to question it. Well, I believe I am now prepared for the challenge.

I have also mention that some colleges are not considered “good” schools. The masses believe that if they don’t go to an expensive school with a great reputation, they will not be able to find the job they are looking for. This is, of course, false. The object of college is simple: pay thousands for a piece of paper that proves you did just that. Let me go over this again. The object of college is to give people with money a higher footing in the job market.

It may take tens–if not hundreds–of years to destroy this heinous system, but if the people of our country join together, as we have seen before, anything is possible. I propose any person who views this and has a question or rebuttal, post it in the comments and we may continue this dispute there.

I Started a Forest Fire

Fireworks. It doesn’t matter how old or mature one is, everybody loves fireworks. For me the passion was always there, just in a less destructive form. I have very fond memories of being allowed, by my parents, to light fireworks on the fourth of each July. Little did I know, this passion would soon turn into a disaster. Well, almost a disaster.

It was December of 2007 when I got the fateful call from a good friend, Sam, in the evening after dinner. He told me that he had a box of fireworks to get rid of, asking if I was able to help with his “predicament.”

“Of course!” was my default response, escaping my lips before I even had time to call it to question. So we made plans to meet up at the local WaWa gas station later that night.

Well, that time rolled around and with it—as would later come to my attention—came my old pal mischief. This may have been the night I began believing in Murphy’s Law. We met at the prearranged location along with some friends from our high school, Ian and Dan, much to my surprise. Once the usual chit-chat subsided we were off, in three separate cars—our first errata.

We pulled in to a neighborhood which had clearly just begun construction. The roads were finished, along with three or four houses, but there wasn’t much else. As Sam drove us through the residential streets looking for our citadel-de-mischief we encountered several round-a-bouts. Our second errata was not leaving to search out a different location as soon as we saw these obnoxious, law-enforcement-helping, European tragedies. Sam turned his minivan right, onto a dirt road, which we soon found out led to a path, which led to a pond. Not small nor large, this is the exact pond you would think of as the centerpiece of a nice (see: white) suburban neighborhood.

We parked the car next to the path and got out. Ian and Dan pulled up next to us. After grabbing all of the fireworks from the back seat we set out down the path. Arriving at the river, we set up shop. It was all fun and games at first; the typical teenager style of doing fireworks. You know, lighting bottle rockets in our hands and throwing them out over the river where, if we got lucky, they would plunge to their ultimate demise under the surface of this murky pond. We also discovered that if the fireworks were set off at a low enough angle relative to the surface of the water they would skip just like rocks over a lake. And so it went for, oh, about six fireworks or so, which I do realize is not many. It was that seventh rocket that sent our night into a frenzy.

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Install Ubuntu on Eee PC

The easiest way to install Ubuntu, or any distro at that, is to make a bootable flash drive to install from. From Linux or Windows you can download and install UNetbootin, which will automatically download Ubuntu and create a bootable flash drive. All you have to do is stick in a flash drive and select the distro and version you want (in this case, obviously, Ubuntu 8.10). Do not choose the 8.10 net install…emphasis on NET…just choose the Live version.

Once UNetbootin finishes, open your USB drive and do the following:

Delete SYSLINUX.CFG:

rm SYSLINUX.CFG

Rename the ISOLINUX directory to SYSLINUX:

mv ISOLINUX SYSLINUX

Enter the SYSLINUX directory:

cd SYSLINUX

Rename ISOLINUX.CFG to SYSLINUX.CFG:

mv ISOLINUX.CFG SYSLINUX.CFG

Now you have a working Ubuntu Live Flash Drive!

Insert your new flash drive into one of the *right* USB ports of your Asus eee 1000HA. I say right because they have been a lot more reliable for me when booting from USB, but maybe that’s just me.

Boot up your eee and push esc when you see the boot screen. This should bring up the familiar Ubuntu Live screen where you can pick whether to start a Live session or go to the Installation. Installation is the obvious choice here. The Ubuntu Installation itself is past the scope of this wiki, but you can find help at ubuntu.com.
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Install Internet Explorer in Arch Linux

At some point in time, no matter how much you dread it, you will need to use Internet Explorer. That’s right, the same IE that comes from the evil Microsoft. I use it strictly to test websites, which is the only thing I recommend it for. Anyways, if you need to install it in Arch Linux, do the following.

Install IEs4Linux:

pacman -S ies4linux

That will automatically install Wine for you also, if you don’t already have it. Now that you have the installer installed, it’s time to install (say that 3 times fast):

ies4linux --beta-install-ie7

This will bring up a GUI to install IE 5 through 7. Now it’s as simple as hitting OK to install.

To launch IE6:

~/.ies4linux/bin/ie6

Arch Linux ATI Catalyst xorg.conf

Here is my xorg.conf. I am using an ATI Radeon 9550 AGP graphics card in my Arch Linux box. I figured this may help some people who are having problems with fglrx.

Section "ServerLayout"
	Identifier     "aticonfig Layout"
	Screen      0  "aticonfig-Screen[0]-0" 0 0
EndSection

Section "Files"
EndSection

Section "Module"
EndSection

Section "Monitor"
	Identifier   "aticonfig-Monitor[0]-0"
	Option	    "VendorName" "ATI Proprietary Driver"
	Option	    "ModelName" "Generic Autodetecting Monitor"
	Option	    "DPMS" "true"
EndSection

Section "Device"
	Identifier  "aticonfig-Device[0]-0"
	Driver      "fglrx"
	BusID       "PCI:1:0:0"
EndSection

Section "Screen"
	Identifier "aticonfig-Screen[0]-0"
	Device     "aticonfig-Device[0]-0"
	Monitor    "aticonfig-Monitor[0]-0"
	DefaultDepth     24
	SubSection "Display"
		Viewport   0 0
		Depth     24
	EndSubSection
EndSection
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