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If You Offend Me, I Might Die…

What a crock of bullshit.

Boo on the spineless, pathetic, kowtowing principal who made that decision. I suppose it’s easier to oil the squeaky wheel than to actually stand up for the other students who created the posters. It’s easier to not tell some hyper-sensitive, attentionwhore that the reality of life is that not everyone will do exactly what you want and other people have a right in this country (at least for now) to say and post their opinions too, regardless of how you choose to react to it. And you’re supposed to be a role model? Grow a backbone and try doing something besides taking the easy way out.

Well, I’m happy to say that the theater students at El Camino Real High School created new posters which questioned the reality of free speech. The new poseters all feature Bush (in silhouette) and a burning cigar (apparently this cigar does not promote smoking in the way that the other cigar did. Perhaps this cigar is Cuban, and because of the embargo, students know that it would be impossible to get ahold of this cigar to smoke anyway–WTF???) , and captions like “Free Expression for All (unless you are in high school)” and “What First Amendment?”

The principal reported being much more satisfied with these posters. But maybe that’s just until a student writes a letter claiming to be offended by the colors used on the posters or offended by the size of the font on the captions…

So, this is the type of shit that just irritates me to no end.

At what point do we, as people, start taking ownership for and control over being offended or not? At what point do we just accept that there are other people out there who don’t agree with our opinions and it’s okay for them to say so? When do we realize that there are a lot better things to get up in arms about than a poster in a high school or a boob on t.v.? When will we finally figure out that not everything everyone else does is aimed at us personally in a conspiracy to oppress us?

We can choose what will or won’t offend us.

And instead of using our voices to make change that only benefits us so that we don’t have to endure the torture of being personally”offended” (because we all know that being offended kills nearly as many people each year as Cancer and AIDS combined) how about we use our voices to make a difference for humankind? Or don’t we care about that? As long as nothing “offends” us, all is right with the world, right?

It’s sad that we are so confined by other peoples’ “sensitivity,” that if we do anything that someone else disagrees with, we are called “insensitive.” We can’t display anything religious in public places because it might offend someone. What happened to embracing diversity as opposed to pretending it doesn’t exist? What happened to Christmas decorations in public schools right there along with menorahs and dreidels on the first day of Hannukkah? What happened to learning about other religions and cultures by seeing how great they can be for those who practice them? Are we so scared that our own beliefs are so tenuous that exposure to someone else’s might somehow shake our own foundation? If that’s the case, we need to re-examine whether those beliefs are strong enough to be worth maintaining. Are we worried that a poster of Bush with a mustache will convert conservatives to liberalism? Are we worried that including homosexuality in sex ed curriculum will make our children become gay? Are we worried that seeing other children dressed in Halloween costumes will make our children turn to satanism?

Where the fuck does it stop? When do will it be expected that at some point, you just have to say ‘Fuck it. I don’t agree, but they have the right to say and do whatever they want?”

When will we be able to say what we really think without being censored because someone somewhere might be offended by our opinions? Until we accept that others will have their own opinions and the right to say them, we as a country, will never truly be tolerant, and that is not a direction I think we should go. Because it isn’t good for any of us.

Bucking Starfucks


Some people just take their coffee drinking WAY too serious… Now I really don’t have a problem with people who like drinking “good coffee” (as if there is such a thing) but I do have a problem with people who think they are better then me because they have been brainwashed by Starfucks Inc into thinking they are cool because they are drinking some lame ass coffee that a corporation made cool to drink.
Now people who mind their own business and buy good coffee grind it up and drink their coffee without looking down on me with my styrofoam cup of shitty Folders coffee y’all are cool with me. Very live and let live type of people, it’s the Starfuck minions that are on my nerves today… Now you must all understand I fucking HATE the taste of coffee, I drink it for two reasons, it wakes me up in about 3 seconds… and it is healthier then 7 cokes a day… So basically I drink coffee as a health choice. Now.. I don’t really care how my coffee tastes.. in fact the worst the better as far as I’m concerned.. (I mean something that tastes like shit wakes you up also) so it’s not uncommon for me to be drinking reheated 2 week old coffee.. I just don’t care.. (and Rob.. mold does not grow in my coffee.. I’ve been checking it out.. and besides nobody has ever died from a little mold.)

Anyway so I was in a pinch the other day and I ran into Starfucks to grab a coffee, I get to the counter and start to order and the conversation went something like this…

Me: Can I get a large coffee?

Brain Damaged Starfucks Employee (BDSE): What size would you like?

Me: Large

BDSE: We don’t have large we have “Grande” and “Venti” and “Tall”

(…. ok… no large.. what kind of fucking retarded establishment have I entered… now I’m not really a person who pays attention to how much stuff costs… so looking at the menu is really not something I would do.. but my eyes dart to the Starfucks menu only to realize there are about 18000 choices of shit to buy in a fucking coffee house, I give up quickly and decide to take a guess.. I figure since he said “Tall” last it is probably the biggest one.. it sounds big to me.. wow this is genious marketing.. I don’t even think Venti is an english word.. hrmm..)

Me: Ok… I’ll take the “Tall” one then…

(so the BDSE, picks up the tiny little 10 ounce cup and say’s: “What flavor would you like?)….

Me: … Wait… wait.. I said I want the big one..

BDSE: No you said you want the “Tall” size…

(at this point I realized I made a grave mistake that might actually push me to the point of stabbing someone with a straw.. (something I have been prone to do on rare occassions.. right Christine?)
Me: Ok.. lets try this again.. “Grande”..

(he reaches for the middle sized one..)

Me: Nevermind.. (as I point to the one I want him to use.. (the biggest cup they have.. I’ve been reduced to sign language… )
BDSE: What flavor would you like.. Cappuccino, Latte, Coffee Frappuccino… Cof…

Me: Coffee.. I want Coffee flavored coffee…

(The BDSE, then proceeds to give me a mean look like I did something wrong)…

BDSE: Are you sure you don’t want to try.. our

Me: Listen, (as I reach across the counter and take the sized cup that I want him to fill with coffee) I want you to fill this cup with regular old nasty coffee, do it now.. before I hold your head under the dispenser and burn your skin off…. (yes I was starting to lose my patience).

BDSE: Sir.. there is no need to get violent.. violence is just not cool…. (as he finally hands me the cup of coffee I asked for, I take the cup and turn to leave)

BDSE: Sir you forgot to pay..
Me: (Speaking over my shoulder to him) Whatever you fucking Coffee Nazi, just try and make me pay… (and yes the little coffee house faggot did stay behind the counter as a waltz out the door).

<--- This is the cloak he was referring to.

I looked at him. At first, I thought maybe he’d accidentally substituted the word “cloak” for “jeans” or something. “What do you mean?” I asked, not yet disturbed because I didn’t fully understand that there wasn’t an error involved.

“Cloaks… you know… like Anniken wears.”

“You mean you want to dress up? Like the freaks who’ve been sitting in front of the theater for three weeks waiting?”

“They’re not freaks. There’s some hot girls sitting out there.”

I knew he’d clearly lost his mind.

“I’m sure there are… it never ceases to amaze me what women will do for their guys when they’re in love.”

“I’m going to buy us cloaks.,” he said. There was determination in his voice. Resolve.

He’ll change his mind, I thought. Soon, he’ll realize this is a very bad idea and he’ll decide we don’t need cloaks… or the cloaks will be sold out already. Good, good… Christopher is a procrastinator… there’s no way he’ll get to the cloak store before they’re gone… cloak manufacturers could never have anticipated the sharp spike in cloak sales…

“Just make sure mine has a hood,” I said. “So no one can see my face.” I was sort of kidding, but not really.

The days passed. Christopher made several references to cloak-wearing on the big day. With each reference, he concluded with a declaration that he still needed to go get our cloaks. Each time I heard that, a wave of relief washed over me.

Then one night, he asked me if I was going to wear flip flops to the movie.

“Huh?” I asked.

“That’s what they wear with the cloaks,” he said. Oh my God… I thought, he really is serious about the cloak thing. And now he wants to make sure I wear the right shoes so I don’t look like an idiot… God, he’s lucky he’s so skilled in cunnilingus…

“I guess if I have to wear flip flops, I will,” I said, thinking I better get muchas brownie points for this.

He laughed. “I was just kidding. You don’t have to wear flip flops,” he said.

So… it is now two days before the opening of the movie. At work, I get an email from Christopher with a link. The email says that he thinks he should get one of these…

I click on the link and you’ll never guess what he wanted… yes, a light saber. Not just any light saber. Not one of those cheap ass plastic glow in the dark light sabers that you can get at Toys R Us. It’s from some high end technology company (think Hammacher Schlemmer) and it’s a $250 fucking flashlight really.

equals WHOO-HOOOP!

The movie opens with a battle scene where else but in space. There are lasers and explosions and space rocks hurling at us. There are robot droids and space ships and sliding doors that could tear even the most agile space fighter jet in half. I sit in my seat thinking that if it’s true that men love spatial concepts, the layers and multiple planes of spinning objects and imaginative fighting machines must be almost orgasmic. I look over at Christopher. His eyes are glued to the screen– unblinking– like a cat.

The movie was good… very entertaining and it did a great job of wrapping up all the story lines, including the most interesting which is how Anniken succumbs to the dark side, how the Republic is lost, and how Luke and Lea are born without anyone (including Darth Vader) finding out. Unlike the Matrix trilogy which ended on a disappointing note, Star Wars Episode III does a good job of giving the viewer what they came there to see. The effects were nothing less than amazing, and if one doesn’t expect too much from the dialogue, the story is simple, but entertaining nonetheless.

But all good things must come to an end.

And so it did.

As I talked to the waitresses, I told them this story. When I was done, they both looked at me and said at exactly the same time, “Yeah, I should go see it for my husband.” Both of their husbands had been talking about it for weeks and neither one of them wanted to go. I assured them they’d enjoy it and figured their husbands owed me one. It’s funny how men, who are all so different from each other, can be so much alike in certain ways. It’s funny how women who are in relationships all experience the similar things too.

I’ve decided that George Lucas must understand the male mind better than anyone on earth. He came up with something so enticing to men that they are reduced to the excitement they had as children waking up on Christmas morning.

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Random Thoughts and Announcements On A Monday

I don’t have time today to rant about anything significant.. but there are some random thoughts..

Starwars III – Revenge of the Sith – Fucking Rocks – Go see it now.

“This family”:http://www.thekcrachannel.com/news/4512146/detail.html is proof that some people are abducted by space aliens.. because there is just not other plausable reason why a family could be this fucking crazy….

The welcome back – comment bug that has been around for the last week thanks to much help from CF over at Cold Fusion.