When you ask where the waiting room is in a hospital...you don't expect the nurse to ask you why you're there. OBVIOUSLY you're there to see a patient.
When you ask to see the doctor, you don't expect to be repeatedly told that by the nurse that she doesn't know when you'll be able to see him and that he's still "analyzing the tests." 24 hours later.
God. Fuck it.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Runaway Scooter
Scooter Libby is guilty on four of five counts of perjury and obstruction of justice. Definitely saw that one coming.
This verdict should be vindication for anyone with half a brain that realizes the utter secrecy with which this White House has operated and is disgusted by it. I really wonder what argument conservatives/Bushies will come up with to defend their leader with after this.
Impeach the bastard and his Dick.
The media of course, refuses to go into the background of the Scooter Libby case. The part about Cheney going after Joseph Wilson because Wilson challenged Bush on allegations that Saddam Hussein was buying uranium from Niger...you know, the lie?
Instead they talked about how the jury wore matching red t-shirts with white hearts on them on Valentine's day. How fucking sweet.
They're all in the pocket of the government. I won't say Bush, because he's a figurehead. They're in the pocket of the neocons that have been in charge for the last 50 years and don't have a modicum of journalistic integrity left. It doesn't matter if Clinton or Bush are in power. It's all the same bullshit.
It started during the Cold War and it hasn't ended. They simply wanted something to replace the military-industrial complex born out of fear of war with the Soviet Union. Who do they go after? Terrorists...enemies that don't have borders and that can't be tracked. That way there will never be the question of alleviating the fear since its pervasive. It's like a hydra. No matter how many heads you cut off more grow back.
No matter how many neocons you vote out of office you get stuck with ten times more. They're all the fucking same.
Fucking Republocrats.
This verdict should be vindication for anyone with half a brain that realizes the utter secrecy with which this White House has operated and is disgusted by it. I really wonder what argument conservatives/Bushies will come up with to defend their leader with after this.
Impeach the bastard and his Dick.
The media of course, refuses to go into the background of the Scooter Libby case. The part about Cheney going after Joseph Wilson because Wilson challenged Bush on allegations that Saddam Hussein was buying uranium from Niger...you know, the lie?
Instead they talked about how the jury wore matching red t-shirts with white hearts on them on Valentine's day. How fucking sweet.
They're all in the pocket of the government. I won't say Bush, because he's a figurehead. They're in the pocket of the neocons that have been in charge for the last 50 years and don't have a modicum of journalistic integrity left. It doesn't matter if Clinton or Bush are in power. It's all the same bullshit.
It started during the Cold War and it hasn't ended. They simply wanted something to replace the military-industrial complex born out of fear of war with the Soviet Union. Who do they go after? Terrorists...enemies that don't have borders and that can't be tracked. That way there will never be the question of alleviating the fear since its pervasive. It's like a hydra. No matter how many heads you cut off more grow back.
No matter how many neocons you vote out of office you get stuck with ten times more. They're all the fucking same.
Fucking Republocrats.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Ideal=problematic
I suppose the purpose of blogs is to express yourself and write about your life, but I really don't see the point in the latter. I suppose I'll just put my impersonal thoughts out there.
I've often felt that college is supposed to be the best time of one's life. I don't know if that's proven true for me. I guess there are certain stereotypical experiences attached to the "ideal college experience". I've experienced most of them, I think, but I don't feel anymore fulfilled. But I guess that was to be expected.
I find myself wanting more than ever to move on to bigger and better things and get out of UF. I feel perpetually jailed on this large campus, and I'm sure people share my sentiment. Or, maybe I've done it to myself. Maybe the trick is taking less classes, relaxing more. Maybe.
I find now more than ever that true friends are hard to come by. Once you're out of the sight of many people you're out of mind as well. I find it hard to believe a lot of people that are friends in college will be friends beyond it. It's all fleeting, just like the rest of a person's life, and that's not meant to be a morbid statement.
In college people are supposed to grow and become adults. A eighteen-year-old being an adult is bullshit. You're not a full-fledged adult until you can support yourself completely independently of your parents. Thus, it follows that most of us are not adults and won't be for a very long time. We like very much to play the game of life and pretend we're in the real world, but the real world must be more miserable and unforgiving than this. This is only the tip of the iceberg.
It is not the end of the world if you get a B or if you don't get into medical school. Or even law school or grad school. Most of us don't understand that. I'm only beginning to.
To me it also seems that college is a complete waste if one doesn't leave it an informed citizen. As this country is a democracy, it is the responsibility of every citizen to be informed about world and domestic events and to care about them. As it is we are turning into Huxley's dystopia. Should we really be this absorbed in our own worlds?
Just some random thoughts with nothing connecting them. Maybe the next one will be more coherent.
I've often felt that college is supposed to be the best time of one's life. I don't know if that's proven true for me. I guess there are certain stereotypical experiences attached to the "ideal college experience". I've experienced most of them, I think, but I don't feel anymore fulfilled. But I guess that was to be expected.
I find myself wanting more than ever to move on to bigger and better things and get out of UF. I feel perpetually jailed on this large campus, and I'm sure people share my sentiment. Or, maybe I've done it to myself. Maybe the trick is taking less classes, relaxing more. Maybe.
I find now more than ever that true friends are hard to come by. Once you're out of the sight of many people you're out of mind as well. I find it hard to believe a lot of people that are friends in college will be friends beyond it. It's all fleeting, just like the rest of a person's life, and that's not meant to be a morbid statement.
In college people are supposed to grow and become adults. A eighteen-year-old being an adult is bullshit. You're not a full-fledged adult until you can support yourself completely independently of your parents. Thus, it follows that most of us are not adults and won't be for a very long time. We like very much to play the game of life and pretend we're in the real world, but the real world must be more miserable and unforgiving than this. This is only the tip of the iceberg.
It is not the end of the world if you get a B or if you don't get into medical school. Or even law school or grad school. Most of us don't understand that. I'm only beginning to.
To me it also seems that college is a complete waste if one doesn't leave it an informed citizen. As this country is a democracy, it is the responsibility of every citizen to be informed about world and domestic events and to care about them. As it is we are turning into Huxley's dystopia. Should we really be this absorbed in our own worlds?
Just some random thoughts with nothing connecting them. Maybe the next one will be more coherent.
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