Tag Archives: Collegiate

Pink Floyd – Another Brick in the Wall Parody

I don’t need no education
I don’t need no self-control
The dark sarcasm in the writing
Teacher: “Read your books at home”
“Hey!” Teacher: “What’d you read at home?”
All in all you’re just another shitty author
All in all you’re just another shitty author

If you don’t write your words, how can you be a writer? How an you be a writer if you don’t write your words?

Parodies.

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“Modern Scholarship”

Vex not Thou the Poet's Mind

Ambiguity
is a freedom farmer’s best friend;

it is a steel tractor
that hums like
a singular chorus of
multi cultural
multi voices.

One day,
The farmer’s fields were littered
by legalistic
traditionalistic
western
weeds.

So blades plowed through the crops,
severing chains and superstitions,
a smooth hair cut
that made one feel
the natural breeze
much better.

The farmer turned the tractor’s key
to shut off its engine.

It didn’t stop.

No.
It kept plowing.

It crossed the mind’s boundaries,
scything and scything,
till it reached the farmer’s
foundation,
property,
family,

and when it leveled the people,
one by one,
heads fell on the ground,
blood fertilized the corn.

Horrified,
the farmer asked his good intentions
why.
But he never got a response.

There is no centre
afterall.

Ambiguity
is a freedom farmer’s best friend.
A nightmare machine.

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How to maintain that excitement that comes along with being an adolescent as you become an adult…

A part of me wishes I was a teenager again, in high school, doing the exciting things that I used to do, like just going over to someone’s house when I normally wouldn’t, or just think about life, and what it all meant, and ponder, and just be excited by thinking of all of the different possibilities.

Or even just riding with someone and hanging out at a community college that I had never been to before, and thinking about all of the possibilities that the future might have.

Being in high school, about to graduate, and imagining what college would be like while watching a college basketball game, and getting excited; or imagining what college would be like by looking at all of the advertisements that had all of the courtyards in them, with the students walking as they pleased, and wondering what life would be like if you didn’t have bells and teachers telling you what to do all day, but rather you could wander as you please…

And, of course, the prospect of gaining new knowledge, and imagining what all of that future knowledge could be…

College wasn’t exactly like I thought it would be, but it did have its pleasant moments. There were definitely some exciting moments, to say the least. And no, it didn’t have anything to do with alcohol and sex (those were different exciting times). But just that freedom…there was something giddily exciting and satisfactory about it…

Even a simple travel into town for basic necessities could be exciting

Watching movies late at night on the movie channels, and wondering how movies were made; watching curiously, not understanding why other people enjoyed them if they didn’t watch them to understand how and why they were made…

And, of course, those hormones, which would make you imagine the greatest imaginings with every woman that you found remotely attractive (and which, eventually, would send you crashing down later, only to excite you again further down the road).

They were so exciting, so thrilling, and so fulfilling, those imaginings were…

The uncertainty, the new experiences, the imaginations of what the future might hold…

I need all of those excitements back in my life somehow…

Age.

My FAVORITE childhood sports memories, particularly baseball (not exhaustive). It’s writing style feels VERY poetic: my style ❤ My style reminds me of “A Christmas Story.” Read it, and you might agree. I know you will love it, but you CAN’T as much as I do. Enjoy.

The Difference Between Intimate Passion and Rape

People who ask for permission every time they want to initiate physical intimacy with their partner have NO fucking passion in their lives.

What’s the point of being in a relationship?

If she doesn’t communicate to YOU that she DOESN’T want it, how can she expect YOU to do all of the communication? It’s a two-way street.

This does not mean that a man who continues physical intimacy after a woman says “No” has the ethical high ground. But if you ask “Is it okay if I kiss you” EVERY FUCKING TIME you want to kiss her, she is going to leave you due to boredom.

It’s on BOTH partners to communicate effectively, but it must be remembered that passion is INCREDIBLY important in a relationship, and PASSION IS NOT INHERENTLY RAPE

Of course, in SAYING this, I am not offering solutions to PREVENT rape, or what to do AFTER it occurs; but, the most effective way to prevent rape, in my opinion, is a gun. When he starts to try to rape you, kill him. It’s the most effective solution.

“Teaching men not to rape” is childish on MULTIPLE levels, as it patronizes male NON-rapists, and doesn’t deter a man who is willing to rape. It’s attempting to solve a problem with insufficient means, and will only serve to decrease the self-esteem of those shy men who only want PASSION in their lives (I am a firsthand account of this, as this deeply affected me growing up. In fact, you could say that it made me “sexist“. (Feminism creating “male chauvinists”? Ohhh yes. It should be completely fucking obvious why this is the case)).

I’ll never say that there aren’t problems with the way that rape is treated from a rape-victim’s perspective. And I’m not going to compare victims here. But anyone who attempts to discredit male victims of false rape accusations have already discredited themselves.

I have yet to discover if ignorance or covert malevolence comes more into play with emotional issues like this, but I think it’s a combination of both.

In conclusion, I think the best solution to rape is a gun.

Treating all men like children will not slow down rape.

“Rape” must have a clear, coherent definition.

There is a point when unwanted sexual advancement is NOT rape, and a point when it IS. For instance, a compliment on one’s attractiveness, even if it is lewd and unwanted, is NOT RAPE. Smacking women on the ass in public IS sexual harassment, AS ARE verbal sexual compliments when she has made it CLEAR to you when she wants you to stop.

But what of the lovers, when he wants anal sex and she doesn’t? And he keeps asking, and she finally gives in? Is THIS rape?

Of course not. She consented, even if begrudgingly. This is NOT rape. I can’t believe this has to be explained.

What if she consented, and then regretted it? Of course not. Keyword: “consent.” Not until she tells him to stop. (Communication is a very nuanced thing).

And what if drugs are involved? Simple:

If she CHOOSES to do the drugs, WITHOUT being physically coerced, and then, while high, agrees to have sex, AND THEN LATER REGRETS IT, then it is CLEARLY not rape, as she made her choices and gave her consent. Therefore, it is SHE who must live with the consequences, INCLUDING the GUILT she might feel: NOT HE.

Physical coercion is a different matter ENTIRELY.

And, of COURSE this isn’t to suggest that there is no such thing as rape. That’s an ignorant conclusion to take from this.

Passion is not rape:

RAPE IS RAPE.

Jokes are not rape.

Books are not rape.

Video games are not rape.

RAPE. IS. RAPE.

(And if you’re stupid enough to ask “Why are you obsessed with rape?”, I’ll simply ask you: “Have you been living under a rock?” If you have been, then go to this site and propose that same question to its users).

Difference.

Fem.

Nature.

Liberal.

Politics.

College.

Offend the Fuck Out of People.

Free Will Contradictions.

Christianity.

Economics.

Voluntarism and Capitalism.

Creeper status honestly.

Women (reader discretion is advised).

Gay stuff.