I was bored last night/this morning, so I decided to read every single available entry in my blog.
Then I decided to change how I was wearing my hat.
Then I laughed and had a good time.
Then I threw up.
Then I noticed there was someone in the wall, taking pictures of me.
And then I said goodnight to Andytheheck.
And that was my night.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Sad Face
I am really sad right now, because I took a bunch of really good pictures of my dad, bleeding from his head rill bad, and I thought I had sent them to myself, so I deleted them from my phone. When I checked my e-mail, dead. So I'm sad. Oh well. Maybe I'll punch my dad in the head again someday.
So, what I did today was played games.
Happy face.
So, what I did today was played games.
Happy face.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Finding Emo
The title comes from a good convo I had with my good friend last night. I'm gonna put it in my other blog when I'm done with this.
I'm home for Christmas. My mom says she wants to take back some of the gifts she got me, because she found out I don't believe in God. This had got to be at least the eighth time she's found out. I don't know why she has to be such an idiot.
I went Christmas shopping with Stephanie and Emily the other night. I saw a lot of people there.
I left my retainer at school. I hope I'll be alright.
I get to start taking creatine again today. I'm excited about that.
Fuck SNL. It isn't funny anymore. I don't watch it anymore unless there is going to be someone good hosting. It would be a lot better if it was just that person. Cane Cook and Jack Black are much funnier than they look on goddamn SNL. There are only a few castmembers who are funny. The rest just suck. Most of the skits they do are just fucking stupid and need to be rid of. If we kill everyone who sucks on the show, and replace them with dancing Nintendo controllers, we'd be in good shape. I'm just saying.
I went to a swim meet yesterday. It was really early in the morning, and I didn't want to get up early, so I just didn't go to bed. There is a really sexy girls swim team this year. I'd have to say Nathan is the sexiest of them all. It was a good meet with lots of laughs and sluts.
Brandon sat here with Stefan once before.
After the stuff happened, we looked at the constructions of the high school.
The library.
Stefan and Nick Allen.
The hallway and student center.
Library. The computers used to be along that wall.
Here is the little room where the Mexicans used computers.
Student Center
Monkey Bars
Wall
Hole on east side of student center.
Well, that's all I really care to talk about. Except for telling Rob to give Aaron Cherry the benefit of the fist in the jaw when he was simply considering to give him the benefit of the doubt when he decided to be sick all week.
I'm home for Christmas. My mom says she wants to take back some of the gifts she got me, because she found out I don't believe in God. This had got to be at least the eighth time she's found out. I don't know why she has to be such an idiot.
I went Christmas shopping with Stephanie and Emily the other night. I saw a lot of people there.
I left my retainer at school. I hope I'll be alright.
I get to start taking creatine again today. I'm excited about that.
Fuck SNL. It isn't funny anymore. I don't watch it anymore unless there is going to be someone good hosting. It would be a lot better if it was just that person. Cane Cook and Jack Black are much funnier than they look on goddamn SNL. There are only a few castmembers who are funny. The rest just suck. Most of the skits they do are just fucking stupid and need to be rid of. If we kill everyone who sucks on the show, and replace them with dancing Nintendo controllers, we'd be in good shape. I'm just saying.
I went to a swim meet yesterday. It was really early in the morning, and I didn't want to get up early, so I just didn't go to bed. There is a really sexy girls swim team this year. I'd have to say Nathan is the sexiest of them all. It was a good meet with lots of laughs and sluts.
Brandon sat here with Stefan once before.
After the stuff happened, we looked at the constructions of the high school.
The library.
Stefan and Nick Allen.
The hallway and student center.
Library. The computers used to be along that wall.
Here is the little room where the Mexicans used computers.
Student Center
Monkey Bars
Wall
Hole on east side of student center.
Well, that's all I really care to talk about. Except for telling Rob to give Aaron Cherry the benefit of the fist in the jaw when he was simply considering to give him the benefit of the doubt when he decided to be sick all week.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Retard: This is MySpace. Me: WWJLaCD?
New and Improved Top 8 Quiz
(Name your Top 8 on your profile)
1. Stephanie Mae
2. Blaine Zimmertime
3. Amber
4. Cory Hensley
5. Volk
6. Joel
7. Jon Lee
8. Chuck
..........Now answer the following questions.........
Do 3 and 7 know each other?
maybe a little
Are you really friends with four?
yeah, i guess. i don't really know him too well, but yeah.
Have you ever liked 2 more than a friend?
i suppose you could say that
Would 1 and 5 make a good couple?
hell fuck yeah they would
Why was 3 chosen to be on your Top 8?
because no one likes her
Which one of your Top 8 have you on their Top 8?
ricci, quinn, meghann, kayla
Whats a good memory with 1:
Sex.
Name a bad memory with 3:
She kept hitting me in the head while we were watching Donnie Darko
Have 1 and 6 ever liked each other?
not yet
Is there anyone on your top 8 that doesnt deserve to be?
only all of them
Have you and 6 ever dated?
i wish
What do you like best about 5?
she's German
Who makes you laugh the most?
stephanie mae
If you could add one more and have a Top 9 who would it be?
my vagina
Who on your top 8 are you the closest with?
1
How did you meet number 1?
zach.
What is the best memory you have of number 2?
he wanted me to tell you i killed him
What is one of number 8's best qualities?
rakin' in the points
Do you live close to number 2?
not right now, but sometimes
What is number 1's favorite candy?
semens
Who is the most flirtatious?
Jon Lee. Coathangers.
How long have you known number 2?
about 1 years
Which one of your top 8 friends drinks the most or goes out?
Cory, Joel, Volk, Josh, Candy Kong
Which one of your top 8 friends is the best dresser?
Volk
If you could change something about number 6?
i'd like to change his mind
Say something nice about number 1
180
Would you hug number 1?
i'd hug her mom
How did you meet number 7?
geometry
If you had to buy number 2 any gift, what would you choose?
i wouldn't buy him shit. i'm just not feeling it.
Describe number 1 in three words.
tall, fast, erection
How many of your top 8 friends do you actually know?
seventeen
(Name your Top 8 on your profile)
1. Stephanie Mae
2. Blaine Zimmertime
3. Amber
4. Cory Hensley
5. Volk
6. Joel
7. Jon Lee
8. Chuck
..........Now answer the following questions.........
Do 3 and 7 know each other?
maybe a little
Are you really friends with four?
yeah, i guess. i don't really know him too well, but yeah.
Have you ever liked 2 more than a friend?
i suppose you could say that
Would 1 and 5 make a good couple?
hell fuck yeah they would
Why was 3 chosen to be on your Top 8?
because no one likes her
Which one of your Top 8 have you on their Top 8?
ricci, quinn, meghann, kayla
Whats a good memory with 1:
Sex.
Name a bad memory with 3:
She kept hitting me in the head while we were watching Donnie Darko
Have 1 and 6 ever liked each other?
not yet
Is there anyone on your top 8 that doesnt deserve to be?
only all of them
Have you and 6 ever dated?
i wish
What do you like best about 5?
she's German
Who makes you laugh the most?
stephanie mae
If you could add one more and have a Top 9 who would it be?
my vagina
Who on your top 8 are you the closest with?
1
How did you meet number 1?
zach.
What is the best memory you have of number 2?
he wanted me to tell you i killed him
What is one of number 8's best qualities?
rakin' in the points
Do you live close to number 2?
not right now, but sometimes
What is number 1's favorite candy?
semens
Who is the most flirtatious?
Jon Lee. Coathangers.
How long have you known number 2?
about 1 years
Which one of your top 8 friends drinks the most or goes out?
Cory, Joel, Volk, Josh, Candy Kong
Which one of your top 8 friends is the best dresser?
Volk
If you could change something about number 6?
i'd like to change his mind
Say something nice about number 1
180
Would you hug number 1?
i'd hug her mom
How did you meet number 7?
geometry
If you had to buy number 2 any gift, what would you choose?
i wouldn't buy him shit. i'm just not feeling it.
Describe number 1 in three words.
tall, fast, erection
How many of your top 8 friends do you actually know?
seventeen
Friday, December 09, 2005
My Name is Blearl
Haha. I fucking love this title.
I want to tell you all how good of a husband my best friend and roommate, Chris Sering, would make.
A while back, our sink started to drain slowerly than usual, so I poured some spaghetti sauce down there, and it only made it worse. Everyone was angry, and I didn't care. When we woke up the next day, we found a note in the bafroom. It was from Chris. All it said was that we each owed him a million dollars. And the drain was no longer clogged. Chris had fixed the sink in the middle of the night, while the rest of us slept. Very handy, our Chris is. Handsome too.
Chris already has a girlfriend, but he is looking to trade up. Upgrade, ya know?
If you think you have what it takes, give him a call: 765-918-5895.
I want to tell you all how good of a husband my best friend and roommate, Chris Sering, would make.
A while back, our sink started to drain slowerly than usual, so I poured some spaghetti sauce down there, and it only made it worse. Everyone was angry, and I didn't care. When we woke up the next day, we found a note in the bafroom. It was from Chris. All it said was that we each owed him a million dollars. And the drain was no longer clogged. Chris had fixed the sink in the middle of the night, while the rest of us slept. Very handy, our Chris is. Handsome too.
Chris already has a girlfriend, but he is looking to trade up. Upgrade, ya know?
If you think you have what it takes, give him a call: 765-918-5895.
Cotton Candy Kong
I just left Econ for the last time. Well, not the last time. But the last time before the final. I had the option of not taking the final, because I would have a B without taking it. I've decided to take it and try for a grade higher than a B. If I get a 76 on the test, I will have a B+. I need a 109 to get an A.
I decided not to wear socks today, because I'm tired of wearing dirty socks, and I'm gonna ask around for some quarters so I can do laundry. I walked to class with just my shoes on my feet. My biggest fear was getting snow in my right shoe, because it has holes in it. I think I manged to keep that from happening. Or, at least, it just didn't happen. When I got to class, I noticed my shoes had rubbed holes in the backs of my heels. This usually doesn't happen until the third day of me not wearing socks, but since my shoes are falling apart, it happened a lot sooner. In class, I tore some sheets of paper and made some paper heel-socks. It lessened the pain only slightly, but prevented further rubbing on the way back to my room.
At the end of Econ, I approached Dr. Guell. I asked him to autograph my textbook, written by him, and he agreed to do it. I asked him to write "Fuck you, Blair," but what I got was "Do less weed."
The problem is, my idea was much funnier. Maybe he changed it because he thought I was up to something. I also don't do any weeds, so I don't know what was up with that.
I met up with my good friend, Julia, after class. We talked for a while. She told me funny stories and then had to leave, because her parents were waiting for her so they could take her shopping. I'm thinking about asking her out.
I think I'll write another post right about now.
I decided not to wear socks today, because I'm tired of wearing dirty socks, and I'm gonna ask around for some quarters so I can do laundry. I walked to class with just my shoes on my feet. My biggest fear was getting snow in my right shoe, because it has holes in it. I think I manged to keep that from happening. Or, at least, it just didn't happen. When I got to class, I noticed my shoes had rubbed holes in the backs of my heels. This usually doesn't happen until the third day of me not wearing socks, but since my shoes are falling apart, it happened a lot sooner. In class, I tore some sheets of paper and made some paper heel-socks. It lessened the pain only slightly, but prevented further rubbing on the way back to my room.
At the end of Econ, I approached Dr. Guell. I asked him to autograph my textbook, written by him, and he agreed to do it. I asked him to write "Fuck you, Blair," but what I got was "Do less weed."
The problem is, my idea was much funnier. Maybe he changed it because he thought I was up to something. I also don't do any weeds, so I don't know what was up with that.
I met up with my good friend, Julia, after class. We talked for a while. She told me funny stories and then had to leave, because her parents were waiting for her so they could take her shopping. I'm thinking about asking her out.
I think I'll write another post right about now.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Fuck You
The most clever title I have ever come up with.
I boxed with Ross today.
It was fun.
I started punching the bag, and i punched it so hard that the chain holding it broke. I took a picture, but it's not on here yet. When I do get it, it will go right here.
I was in the shower for about an hour and fitteen minutes tonight. If it wasn't a record for me, it had to be pretty close.
Damn I'm tired though.
Did anyone else notice Marge Simpson sitting at the slot machine at the Native American casino on "Drawn Together" a couple of weeks ago?
There was a program on Discovery Health. This seven-year-old boy had a really big tummy. He looked as though he was pregnant. They found a cist in him and took it out. When they cut it open, they found a body in it. As it turns out, he really was pregnant. He was pregnant with his twin brother for seven years. It's an incredibly rare condition called fetus in fetu. Or something like that. Hell yeah.
I gave Coach Guell a hug today. He really liked that.
I got my final draft of my english research paper turned in today. I think I'm gonna pass.
Quote of the day:
"Four bitches!"
I boxed with Ross today.
It was fun.
I started punching the bag, and i punched it so hard that the chain holding it broke. I took a picture, but it's not on here yet. When I do get it, it will go right here.
I was in the shower for about an hour and fitteen minutes tonight. If it wasn't a record for me, it had to be pretty close.
Damn I'm tired though.
Did anyone else notice Marge Simpson sitting at the slot machine at the Native American casino on "Drawn Together" a couple of weeks ago?
There was a program on Discovery Health. This seven-year-old boy had a really big tummy. He looked as though he was pregnant. They found a cist in him and took it out. When they cut it open, they found a body in it. As it turns out, he really was pregnant. He was pregnant with his twin brother for seven years. It's an incredibly rare condition called fetus in fetu. Or something like that. Hell yeah.
I gave Coach Guell a hug today. He really liked that.
I got my final draft of my english research paper turned in today. I think I'm gonna pass.
Quote of the day:
"Four bitches!"
Monday, December 05, 2005
My Hairy Weekend
After I got my shit turned in on Friday, I came back and watched some good TV. "Grounded for Life" was first. It was good. Then it was "Gilmore Girls." The last show was "7th Heaven." It's getting to become a habit for me to sleep through the second half of "Gilmore Girls" and the first half of "7th Heaven."
I think I did something after I watched TV, but I'm not sure.
I later ended up watching Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. I ended up falling asleep somewheres during it, and was woken by my phone. It was Stephanie. You see, I had noticed what movie they were watching in Spanish on Home Alone 2. It was It's a Wonderful Life. I hadn't noticed it in the past, because I had never seen the movie, but I did watch it with Stephanie last weekend, so I did this time. When it was on, I tried to call her, but I got no answer, so I left her a message on the AOL instant messenger, asking her to call me. That's why she called and woke me up. She asked what I was doing, and I told her my story. She thought it was a stupid story, and said Home Alone 2 wasn't even a good movie. What a liar.
I wanted to go to bed early, so I decided to play Sega. I had barely got going when I received a call from Mr. Clinton Coffey. He talked me into coming to Sci-fi. Jon Lee gave me a ride over there. Most of the fun had been had by the time I got in, but it was still good to see everyone. There was a lot of blood and spinach dip. Brandon Mahan was locked out on the roof, and Clinton Coffey wrestled people. I gave hugs, and Fall Out Boy was on Fuse.
Adam Feutz drove me back to the quads around four in the mornings, and I scaled the wall to get to my chambers, where I made good use of the internets and skipped a shower.
I ended up going to bed at six.
I got up early Saturday, because I had things to do. It was either 2:00 or 2:30, depending on how well you read clocks. I lifted weights with Ross Martin at 4:10. After that, I ate breakfast in the commons with Blaine, Jon, and Chuck. I had a medium number six from Burger King. Sas showed up, and Dave and Eric followed close behind. While Sas was in line at Submarine Supreme, I flipped his reversible coats to the orange side. He was very angry, to say the least.
As my roomies and I were leaving, I played Duck Duck Goose with those other guys and some old chick. The old chick was the Goose, and she didn't even chase after me. Oh well.
When we got back, Blaine and I watched From Hell. He thought he had it figured out, but he was way off. I even had to explain to him who Jack th Ripper was after they revealed it in the movie.
When that was over, we watched The Usual Suspects. I fugued it out near the end, but Blaine didn't seem impressed. He tried to confuse me, but I did get it before they gave us the answer, which means I won, because I got it before they told it, and I had to explain it to him even after they told it, so I win.
I was going to go back to Sci-fi after SNL, because Dane Cook was hosting. It was alright, but Stephanie called me again, and we talked about things, and then I didn't go to Sci-fi, but Josh and I did go to Taco Bell, and there was a dumb guy there, and I got a new thing that I had never noticed, and we listened to Bad Religion there and back, and then I talked to Blaine and Julia for a really long time, and we all laughed, and Julia didn't have any clothes on, but it was okay, because I got to hear the story of how her dad raped a fourteen year old girl and tried to blame it on his son (Julia's brother).
When I got back to my room, I discovered me being awesome like I am. Then I talked to Amanda for a while. Then Josh came over, and we stayed up all night, and talked about things, and he kicked my ass at Marvel vs Capcom 2, and then we watched some TV. It was Halloween H2O, some "South Park" thing, and part of Hollow Kevin Bacon, and then I went to lunch with Blaine, Volk, and some black chick. Volk wouldn't trade me phones, so I made a scene.
I went to my room, and went to sleep. I awoke at 8:30 that evening, just as Volk was leaving. While I was climbing down from my loft, she tapped loudly on my door and said, I'm leaving!!!! Goodbye!!!!!!!" I put my shoes on and gave her a hug. Then I watched a thing on The History Channel on Leonardo da Vinci. I flipped to Family Guy on the commercials. Family Guy was a rerun, but I had not seen it. I flipped to it one time to see Doctor Drew with Chris. I was very excited, and couldn't wait for the credits, to verify what I had already stated.
I went back to bed when the da Vinci thing ended, which was around 12. I had trouble sleeping, but I managed to pull it off after a while. I woke up around four, and I laid for a whiles, trying to go back to sleep, but I didn't get there, so I took my first shower in ...days, and then I came back here for some Apple Jacks, and some Fall Out Boy. Then I helped Blaine with his commercials, and here we are.
I think I did something after I watched TV, but I'm not sure.
I later ended up watching Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. I ended up falling asleep somewheres during it, and was woken by my phone. It was Stephanie. You see, I had noticed what movie they were watching in Spanish on Home Alone 2. It was It's a Wonderful Life. I hadn't noticed it in the past, because I had never seen the movie, but I did watch it with Stephanie last weekend, so I did this time. When it was on, I tried to call her, but I got no answer, so I left her a message on the AOL instant messenger, asking her to call me. That's why she called and woke me up. She asked what I was doing, and I told her my story. She thought it was a stupid story, and said Home Alone 2 wasn't even a good movie. What a liar.
I wanted to go to bed early, so I decided to play Sega. I had barely got going when I received a call from Mr. Clinton Coffey. He talked me into coming to Sci-fi. Jon Lee gave me a ride over there. Most of the fun had been had by the time I got in, but it was still good to see everyone. There was a lot of blood and spinach dip. Brandon Mahan was locked out on the roof, and Clinton Coffey wrestled people. I gave hugs, and Fall Out Boy was on Fuse.
Adam Feutz drove me back to the quads around four in the mornings, and I scaled the wall to get to my chambers, where I made good use of the internets and skipped a shower.
I ended up going to bed at six.
I got up early Saturday, because I had things to do. It was either 2:00 or 2:30, depending on how well you read clocks. I lifted weights with Ross Martin at 4:10. After that, I ate breakfast in the commons with Blaine, Jon, and Chuck. I had a medium number six from Burger King. Sas showed up, and Dave and Eric followed close behind. While Sas was in line at Submarine Supreme, I flipped his reversible coats to the orange side. He was very angry, to say the least.
As my roomies and I were leaving, I played Duck Duck Goose with those other guys and some old chick. The old chick was the Goose, and she didn't even chase after me. Oh well.
When we got back, Blaine and I watched From Hell. He thought he had it figured out, but he was way off. I even had to explain to him who Jack th Ripper was after they revealed it in the movie.
When that was over, we watched The Usual Suspects. I fugued it out near the end, but Blaine didn't seem impressed. He tried to confuse me, but I did get it before they gave us the answer, which means I won, because I got it before they told it, and I had to explain it to him even after they told it, so I win.
I was going to go back to Sci-fi after SNL, because Dane Cook was hosting. It was alright, but Stephanie called me again, and we talked about things, and then I didn't go to Sci-fi, but Josh and I did go to Taco Bell, and there was a dumb guy there, and I got a new thing that I had never noticed, and we listened to Bad Religion there and back, and then I talked to Blaine and Julia for a really long time, and we all laughed, and Julia didn't have any clothes on, but it was okay, because I got to hear the story of how her dad raped a fourteen year old girl and tried to blame it on his son (Julia's brother).
When I got back to my room, I discovered me being awesome like I am. Then I talked to Amanda for a while. Then Josh came over, and we stayed up all night, and talked about things, and he kicked my ass at Marvel vs Capcom 2, and then we watched some TV. It was Halloween H2O, some "South Park" thing, and part of Hollow Kevin Bacon, and then I went to lunch with Blaine, Volk, and some black chick. Volk wouldn't trade me phones, so I made a scene.
I went to my room, and went to sleep. I awoke at 8:30 that evening, just as Volk was leaving. While I was climbing down from my loft, she tapped loudly on my door and said, I'm leaving!!!! Goodbye!!!!!!!" I put my shoes on and gave her a hug. Then I watched a thing on The History Channel on Leonardo da Vinci. I flipped to Family Guy on the commercials. Family Guy was a rerun, but I had not seen it. I flipped to it one time to see Doctor Drew with Chris. I was very excited, and couldn't wait for the credits, to verify what I had already stated.
I went back to bed when the da Vinci thing ended, which was around 12. I had trouble sleeping, but I managed to pull it off after a while. I woke up around four, and I laid for a whiles, trying to go back to sleep, but I didn't get there, so I took my first shower in ...days, and then I came back here for some Apple Jacks, and some Fall Out Boy. Then I helped Blaine with his commercials, and here we are.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
When it's Time to Change, You've Got to Rearrange
I had that stuff due Friday, as I said before. On Tuesday, I had to meet with my teacher in his office to give him things and show him my progress. About two hours before I went in, I decided to change my topic to something easier. I was very excited, because the topic I came up with was a splendid idea. I knew I wouldn't have much to show him, so I just drew this graph to show my excitement for my change of ideas:
Friday, December 02, 2005
I'm Hungry, and Home Alone 2 is On
I guess I'm just tired.
I think I might have a phobia of doing serious things in English. Because I just can't seem to take it serious. Ever.
I've had this assignment for like three weeks. I've been meaning to do it seriously all this week, but I spent most of that time sitting in front of my computer, dreading having to do it. So I started working on it about three hours before it was due. And it wasn't serious at all. And I loved it. When I delivered it to my teacher, I took off in a hurry, so I wouldn't be there after he saw how funny it was. It was cold outside. I have a hole in my shoe. My toes got numb. I'm satisfied with that. As long as I pass the class.
Then I went Holiday caroling for the dying children with my agnostic church group.
I think I might have a phobia of doing serious things in English. Because I just can't seem to take it serious. Ever.
I've had this assignment for like three weeks. I've been meaning to do it seriously all this week, but I spent most of that time sitting in front of my computer, dreading having to do it. So I started working on it about three hours before it was due. And it wasn't serious at all. And I loved it. When I delivered it to my teacher, I took off in a hurry, so I wouldn't be there after he saw how funny it was. It was cold outside. I have a hole in my shoe. My toes got numb. I'm satisfied with that. As long as I pass the class.
Then I went Holiday caroling for the dying children with my agnostic church group.
A Stupid Article by Midge Decter
Midge Decter’s beautiful article on children and religion, “The ACLU’s Next Target,” is well written and almost believable. About halfway through the reading, I started to wonder what it was that gave her the right to write such an abomination to Me. I began my search for something to assure me that she indeed had something to back up her tall tale of boys and their love for their country and God. I wanted to know what right she had to be coming into my head with such ridiculous thoughts. It was almost as if she thought she had the right to control me from the inside like a huge Megazord, battling another one of Rita’s giant monsters. It wasn’t long before I noticed a note at the bottom of a column of the article that assured me she had previously written a book on the subject, Liberal Parents, Radical Children (29). Once it clicked in my head that this was the only thing she had been credited with, I became infuriated. I began screaming and thrashing my arms and legs, nearly breaking my computer. By the time the firefighters got me settled down, I had decided I really liked the article after all. Mrs. Decter may not be any Zordon, but she sure does know how to brainwash and destroy.
In her scrumptious little article, Mrs. Decter mentions something I’ve never heard before. She mentions not only the will of people to ban the use of God in schools, but also the flag:
Ambitious as they are, however, none of these efforts to divert him from the course of bad mental and physical habits can compare in reach to those that would shield him from any untoward love of God and country. Both of those malign affections have been banished from his school, where–to cite only one of the more colorful examples–the upcoming five-hundredth anniversary of the discovery of America is to be spoken of as the celebration of a crime, and where God may not be spoken at all. (29)
The biggest issue I find with this is the part where she claims the child is shielded from country. Based on what I have experienced in my own life and what I know of her life, I am not able to take what she says seriously. This article was written in 1991. I was just starting school about that time. I remember learning how to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and not once was my life threatened by anyone after mentioning something about my country. The part of this segment that I find to be almost equally as bad is the mention of God. I feel that Christians of this sort, at times, like to blow things way out of proportion to prove a point. I’m not saying Christians are the only group who do this, but I am saying it in this case to prove a point. Call me a Christian. But my point is, magnifying a problem to the size she presents it in takes away from everything else she says. If I know she isn’t being completely honest about one thing, then I’m probably going to be less inclined to believe other things she says. When she says the presence of God in society is viewed as bad, and I completely disagree, then that leads me to disagree with her entirely. I now hate her for what she has done.
Later in her article, Decter mentions that the scouts exclude “homosexuals from membership and especially scoutmastership” (29). Not only do I agree with this statement on the position of homosexuals in the scouts, but the last word in the sentence should be split in two. Yes, leave it to Midge Decter to tell us something we already know and use it to trick us into seeing things her way. You see, by telling us something she thinks we already know, she will trick us into thinking she has said something marvelous; therefore making us praise her every thought. Yes, we should praise her. Praise her and her doctrine in trickery. I’m not falling for it, and I hope you can say the same for yourself.
One of my biggest, most trusted beliefs is the one about how people should have the right to do and believe what they religiously believe is right as long as it’s not something crazy, like eating dead people. Decter shows us in small detail, stories of kids suing people. The first is of and eight year old suing for something which is unclear in the article. The second is about twins suing the scouts for kicking them out when they wouldn’t go along with their Christian traditions (30). I agree with Decter’s stance on this topic, but not for the same reason. I believe that if these kids should have a right to believe what they want, the organizations they come from should be able to have their beliefs and be allowed to follow them accordingly. I am not sure why someone would want to be part of something he or she doesn't believe in anyway. Maybe they should just find someone else to hang out with.
Overall, I’d give this article an F for a source I would use. Not only does it go against the point I’m trying to make with my paper, but it does a crappy job of saying what it has to say.
B-
In her scrumptious little article, Mrs. Decter mentions something I’ve never heard before. She mentions not only the will of people to ban the use of God in schools, but also the flag:
Ambitious as they are, however, none of these efforts to divert him from the course of bad mental and physical habits can compare in reach to those that would shield him from any untoward love of God and country. Both of those malign affections have been banished from his school, where–to cite only one of the more colorful examples–the upcoming five-hundredth anniversary of the discovery of America is to be spoken of as the celebration of a crime, and where God may not be spoken at all. (29)
The biggest issue I find with this is the part where she claims the child is shielded from country. Based on what I have experienced in my own life and what I know of her life, I am not able to take what she says seriously. This article was written in 1991. I was just starting school about that time. I remember learning how to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and not once was my life threatened by anyone after mentioning something about my country. The part of this segment that I find to be almost equally as bad is the mention of God. I feel that Christians of this sort, at times, like to blow things way out of proportion to prove a point. I’m not saying Christians are the only group who do this, but I am saying it in this case to prove a point. Call me a Christian. But my point is, magnifying a problem to the size she presents it in takes away from everything else she says. If I know she isn’t being completely honest about one thing, then I’m probably going to be less inclined to believe other things she says. When she says the presence of God in society is viewed as bad, and I completely disagree, then that leads me to disagree with her entirely. I now hate her for what she has done.
Later in her article, Decter mentions that the scouts exclude “homosexuals from membership and especially scoutmastership” (29). Not only do I agree with this statement on the position of homosexuals in the scouts, but the last word in the sentence should be split in two. Yes, leave it to Midge Decter to tell us something we already know and use it to trick us into seeing things her way. You see, by telling us something she thinks we already know, she will trick us into thinking she has said something marvelous; therefore making us praise her every thought. Yes, we should praise her. Praise her and her doctrine in trickery. I’m not falling for it, and I hope you can say the same for yourself.
One of my biggest, most trusted beliefs is the one about how people should have the right to do and believe what they religiously believe is right as long as it’s not something crazy, like eating dead people. Decter shows us in small detail, stories of kids suing people. The first is of and eight year old suing for something which is unclear in the article. The second is about twins suing the scouts for kicking them out when they wouldn’t go along with their Christian traditions (30). I agree with Decter’s stance on this topic, but not for the same reason. I believe that if these kids should have a right to believe what they want, the organizations they come from should be able to have their beliefs and be allowed to follow them accordingly. I am not sure why someone would want to be part of something he or she doesn't believe in anyway. Maybe they should just find someone else to hang out with.
Overall, I’d give this article an F for a source I would use. Not only does it go against the point I’m trying to make with my paper, but it does a crappy job of saying what it has to say.
Works Cited
Decter, Midge. “The ACLU’s Next Target.” National Review June 1991: 29-30.B-
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