zombie prevention

you may have heard about the recent grave robbings in chicago. it's a despicable act that should definitely be punished. but i am not sure why people get as worked up about it as they do.
i recently read an article in usa today by a writer for the paper who had no connection to the grave robbings, other than the weird fact that he enjoys stopping at cemeteries when he sees one just to walk around. he was all worked up about how horrible it is that this happened, and saying how much it would bother him if it happened to someone he loved, but also how much it bothered him that it happened to someone he doesn't know.
now, i say it is despicable because it is just such a cowardly act done out of greed and disrespect for other's feelings. but why is it so much worse than a regular robbery? the bodies are no longer inhabited. there is nothing else there but flesh and bone. there is no one inside the grave any more. i'm pretty sure the deceased aren't bothered by it. so why are we? the answer is probably somewhere along the lines of "the dead are...sacred...or whatever." i guess i can kinda see that, but only because i can understand why you would believe something that everyone else agrees with. but still, i think it might be a little silly.
i tried explaining this to my mom some time after my dad died. i was intrigued by her insistence on taking gifts and such to the grave, and visiting it and whatnot. everyone does that. but why? they aren't there. either you believe they go on to some afterlife, in which case they don't care what you do with their body, or you don't believe they go anywhere, in which case there is no one left to care what happens to the body.
now, i believe the truth is that we go somewhere. one of two places; heaven or hell. i believe any other thoughts are wrong. God created us, we rebelled and are still rebelling, He came to earth in the form of His son(Jesus), suffered a horribly painful and undeserved death that should be reserved for us, rose from the grave (no one in history has come up with a valid explanation for his empty grave...interesting), and is seated at the throne of God in heaven, waiting on us to believe on Him and accept Him at His word so that we might spend an eternity of bliss and joy and love with Him in heaven. if we choose to reject Him, we go to hell for eternity and suffer etrnal torment, most notably the complete absence of all hope and joy and comfort and peace and love, namely; God.
and, either way you go, heaven or hell, you won't give three rabbit pellets as to what happens to your body. welp...that's all.

on chastising

well, i was chided today by one bryan e. wallace. again. he is always making fun of me for having a blog and not writing in it. although, i am fairly certain that i completely own him as far as who posts to their blog more often.

but he does have a good point. i should write more. and i want to. it’s just that I keep myself busy and have no discipline, so it’s difficult to sit down and write anything worth a read. i also get hit with never knowing what to write about, but that’s no excuse. writers have always said the best way to become a good writer is to continuously write, even when you have nothing to write about. just put something down on paper (or the world wide webs, interwebs for short, if you will). which means i guess that’s what I need to be doing. at least every other day or so, i should just post something.

well, what is today’s topic(other than the above, of course)? the arrest of professor gates. obama used the right word, “stupid,” but he applied it to the wrong thing. he called the police stupid, but it’s the entire incident that’s stupid. the police were called about a break in; they arrived at the house and found a man walking around inside; they questioned him; he gets angry. sorry, mr. gates. the police were not aware that 50 yr old black men never rob houses.

if the police had not believed him once he proved he lived there, then yes, this would be a race issue. but they arrested him for becoming beligernet at being asked to prove he lived there. would he have rather they just let him go? what if there had been a 50 yr old black man, dressed well, well spoken, who had broken in to his home and was wondering around when they got there; then, when he tells them he lives there, they just let him go, and he begins to steal everything in mr. gates’ home? would mr. gates have preferred this so that it did not seem like a race issue? i doubt it. he doubtless would have sued the police force and taken who knows how much money from tax payers because the police did what he claims to wish they had done in his case.

too frustrated to continue. whatever. stupid.

the no-post post

props and thoughts

no one cares what i think. so, i do not often choose to write about anything important. i am a little too irreverent and informal to handle the real issues of the day. such as the murder of Natalia Estemirova, a fearless human rights activist from russia. she was kidnapped from her home in chechnya and found in the woods of neighboring ingushetia with gun shots to the chest and head. there is nothing funny about that, or the fact that this is apparently the norm for brave, outspoken activists in russia. props to them.
but who would i give props to for something that is funny? obama. i give him props because i think i know why he’s our president. ridicule.
think about it. if you were a young boy growing up in hawaii (he may have kenyan blood, but he was born in hawaii; making him an american; end of story), where island after island is loaded with surfers and beach babes, you would hate being called names too. there is no way he went through life without hearing names like “slobama”, and “nomama” and “bakack!”(like a chicken). but while lesser men would balk at this kind of ridicule, our fearsome little slobama turned it in to fuel.
making his way to the mainland and conquering columbia and harvard universities, two schools i could never get in to, and successfully dominating the illinois and u.s. senates, two things i would never want to get in to, he became our first black president. i am sure he is now thinking to himself, that’ll show ‘em. that’ll show ‘em reeeaaall good(because that’s how he talks without a teleprompter).
but hopefully that’s not all he thinks about. he has a difficult term ahead of him. he is currently still pro baby murder, and he is playing a game of craps with our economy. hopefully he wins. he is only about an eighth of the way through his term in office, so there is still a chance for all that hope and change to work out for us, and him. we shall see. but to our friend, slobama, i wish you luck. maybe all the ridicule you are receiving will just be more fuel to your fire.
(haha, like he will ever read this. or like anyone else will ever read this, besides kerry and bryan, my two faithful readers. thanks guys. and i hope you enjoyed my political post. totally unintentional. this is just where the keyboard took me.)

addendum to "rant"

Dear mechanical overlords of our inevitable future,
I apoligize for my ignorant and unwarranted disapproval of your functionality. My falsehoods are rampant throughout my recent post.
If you can find it in your mainframe to restore my good graces with you, please do so. I understand if I must be made a slave to fan your motherboard; it would be an honor.

P.S.
I heart ASIMO

rant

today i add myself to the thousands, possibly millions, who have openly expressed their disdain for technology...through the use of technology.
i do this because it fails me. whether or not it is my fault, it fails. if we can fake moon landings and dissect the dna of viruses, then we should be able to omit human error from possible technological malfunctions. i just had to fill out an entire application for a second time, because i opened a window over it, and when i closed it i apparently clicked twice, closing the 99% complete application. i was angry. i was angry at my hand. i was angry at my computer. i was angry at my big dumb brain. i was even angry at the air for some reason, so i punched it. but then i thought about the real culprit. technology.
it fails us. it is supposed to be this amazing tool, and it can't even prevent me from closing an application that is almost complete.
it also is crazy. i think it has already developed artificial intelligence. actually, it may not even be artificial. today, i had to try fixing a computer's internet browser that kept zooming in on the open website. it wouldn't stop. our help desk had no idea what was going on. their solution: reset (didn't work, by the by).
and that's always the main solution: reset, reboot, re-up, whatev. but what are we "reset"ting? our we trying to reset the brain that has quickly developed within the computer over the few hours it has been turned on? possibly. this would explain all of the quirks. but, my brain is done ranting, so i will leave you reader(s) with that incomplete line of questioning. feel free to answer, or continue the rant, in the comments. they are not monitored ;) i am going to go reset my brain now.