2011年5月30日 One should forget about the meaning of holidays

Today is Memorial Day. It is the day where people in the United States take time to acknowledge those who have sacrificed so much for this country: life, limb, and liberty. It is also a day, where I like to forget about all of that shit by getting drunk and having a burger with chips. 

Most people tend to agree with my mentality on this issue privately; and although at times I don't always subscribe to it myself, nothing is better than remembering those who have given up so much for this country by having a barbecue with one's own apathetic and non-patriotic friends.

Of course there are people who do remember those who have and did make the sacrifice, but most of those people who remember such are dismissed as watchers of Fox-News, which is a whole entire different can of worms (covered in shit from 2 girls 1 cup).

As for remembering, most people probably think of something like the following.- 

Not the beach Bill is going to this weekend.

Bill: "Hey don't we have Monday off?"

Douche-bag co-worker: "Yeah dude, it's Memorial Day!"
Bill: "Sounds great, maybe I'll take the family to the beach!"

In the end, without even taking the time to assess this issue, I would have never even bothered to call my grandpa and thank him for killing Koreans and Chinese more than almost 60 years ago. 

How the fuck else do I thank him for such?

His stories of burning flesh and temperatures that were extremely cold made me happy that I am just a poor stupid civilian with some access to cable TV. 

He once told me after the war when he was back in his hometown, somewhere in Ohio. One day it was around 20 Fahrenheit (-6.6 Celsius) outside, plus whatever wind-chill. He said compared to Korea, it was pretty warm, and he'd go outside without his jacket for a smoke. His family must have thought he was crazy. Maybe he was fed-up with listening to goat-roping music? Who knows?

What I do know, is that Memorial Day is the day where we ought to forget the meaning behind such, because in the end no one really gives a fuck about veterans and the like, and this is because most of those veterans are considered idiots for joining the military anyway. It's unfortunate, but usually true, especially in an apathetic society with no balls, such as major cities in the USA (New York, Chicago, LA, etc). Now let's take a moment of our time to get drunk and forget about the meaning of this holiday, just like Christmas.

On a side note, it was funny to hear my grandpa get told by Japanese prostitutes, before he was deployed to Korea, that Japanese men have small penises compared to the Americans*.

*Doesn't include Canada or Mexico: "Fuck you guys!"

2011年5月28-29日 Finnish Sauna Finished

An example of typical Swedish people*,
who dislike sauna.

I love Finnish sauna. The taste of beer, which you can taste either while drinking in a sauna or by pouring a slight amount into a ladle that already has some water, and then releasing the contents onto the super-heated rocks, is fantastic. The smell of watered-beer steam is quite good and frankly any claims of douche-baggery that contests such probably comes from someone with either no dick or no self-esteem.

Finnish sauna is the reason why I neglected posting for the 28th, and although it wasn't intentional that missed out, I don't feel too bad that I did. Lately I have been having a hard time wondering about what is the right thing to post and what is the wrong thing. In the end I find that posting nothing is worse than actually posting something.

This is a another reason why I dislike with whole-hearted sincerity MURAKAMI HARUKI as a writer. I find most of his material to be quite facile, flacid, testicle-less, and yet done in such as way that it accommodates sheepish people, in emotions and behaviorisms. While his commentary reflects people's actions and thoughts as a whole (sheepishly for sheepish people), I find that nothing really is achieved in a sense of personal responsibility.

I wonder if this behavior is done because Murakami Haruki and his wife are in love with the same man: himself. I think anyone who has an opportunity financially to raise children outside of poverty, and does not do such (i.e. doesn't have children), tends to orient his or herself towards some kind of selfish idealism. That idealism will never be achieved, completed, or accommodated through application of such either.

In the end, just like a small penis, Murakami will probably find himself desiring more in and out of his life or he'll end up pissed off and insecure like most people with small-penis-syndrome.

I am surprised he hasn't bought a big truck yet.

And yes, the link is SFW (Safe for Women), because they don't have dicks.

I think about these things in the sauna, and I think about the quality of life. In fact, I do not think there has been a time where I have been in a sauna, except alone, and where I have not discussed the quality of life. Finnish saunas, to me, equate to a place where one can quietly contemplate about things. For a room without mirrors it certainly allows one to reflect on a lot of things. Such as one's own nakedness, as I'm not going in a sauna with a fucking towel at 90+ Celsius (194.0 Fahrenheit). 

*Not an accurate representation of anything related to Sweden or its people, although it might apply to Romanian gypsies.

Edit: And sauna happens to help the joints, which is why in lieu of marijuana I am for them (sauna).

2011年5月27日 "Fuck" #001

There are some things in life that genuinely merit such commentary, or said expression.
"Fuck." Happens to be one of those things that works well with just about anything, and frankly those who choose not to say it, ought to think of some variant, like "Shitting in Tupperware!"
It should not surprise anyone that some people have apparently attempted it - shitting in Tupperware.
Go fucking Google it [link], as one should never take my word for it!

Today is one of those days that make me feel like, "Fuck this sucks."
I had intended to write about my adult ESL fuckers, but in the end I am writing about the quality of life since my knee is negating all potential patience. The burning just makes me a grouchy-fucker, and quite snappy. I cannot drive very well when my knee hurts, because I cannot focus on potential dangers.
More depressing is that I cannot even get that far if I cannot get into a goddamn car.

An accurate representation of pain.

Today is a "Fuck." day.

2011年5月26日 Freedom from oppression, or just another way to say "Fuck you whitey/nigger/gook/insert ethnicity" without malice.

Is hateful material permitted on Blogger?
And yes, this whole entry is worth reading,
as the alternatives are jacking off, 
which might not be that bad, on second thought.

Blogger strongly believes in freedom of speech. We believe that having a variety of perspectives is an important part of what makes blogs such an exciting and diverse medium. With that said, there are certain types of content that are not allowed on Blogger. While Blogger values and safeguards political and social commentary, material that promotes hatred toward groups based on race or ethnic origin, religion, disability, gender, age, veteran status, or sexual orientation/gender identity is not allowed on Blogger.

Taken from here.

This is the sign Jesus showed
the Jews, according to John 2:18,
when He was pissed off.

• What does this mean? 
• Wait, it doesn't say anything about fat or ugly people, so they're fair game? 
• Does it mean we can't make racist or religious jokes?
• Does it mean that Blogger is a bunch of total bullshit when it comes to believing strongly in freedom of speech?

Hell yes it is, and it's funny because I'm not angry or filled with hate.

So if Hitler never said that he hated the Jews and they all should die, his behavior is excusable?

Let's define hate according to Webster:

That was easy!

2011年5月25日 "You're listening to Chicago"

Yes, you too can listen to

Chicago Police Department's radio chatter [Link], 

and the enjoyable dialog regarding when people are going to take their lunch, along with domestic violence. 

"...So your lunch will be from 10:30 to 11:30."

"I'm gonna see what this person wants. They're going to be really happy when I get there." 

Both are actual dialog from separate people at separate times on the radio, but I find the latter to be the most entertaining.

Here's more information about how fucked up Chicago is as a city.

"It's a tough neighborhood."

No shit lady!

From Chicago to Portland, Oregon is roughly 2,120 miles (3,412 kilometers).

But wait! 

There's more.

New York, L.A. San Francisco, and Montréal are also radio bands one can also listen in on.

I didn't even mention that there is an "ambient" music button, so that you can listen to music while listening to how depressing the quality of life can become.

2011年5月24日 Today I erased a part of your life

It's amazing what a polymer and metal shredder can do, especially if the waste bin requires trash bags that several small children could fit inside (after dismemberment).

25 years of records, custom rainbow checks, pay stubs, electricity and gas bills, and the like, all gone in an hour and an half. I erased someone's life, and while most people would say that's unimportant, it makes me wonder.

Why don't financial records matter?

Wouldn't the amount of money going to X-place, for Y-reason matter?

Via, http://xpanicx.deviantart.com/

As far as I'm concerned when I address my own financial records I'm assessing what I need to live in this society, along with my other miscellaneous wants or desires outside of the necessities.

And now 25 years of your life, are gone, things you thought about, spent several hours, maybe even months working on. All  your records, all your charts about financial information. Your little doodles on the custom pages you made. I erased it, and in a sense, unless you're passing on your DNA: I erased a part of you.

Just like all other memories, are we erasing them to make life easier?

Is it worth it, to erase ourselves so that we can remove any trace of despondency?

Today is filled with more questions than answers.

2011年5月23日 Career Goals

I think about careers and career choices often. Actually I was thinking when I'd discuss this, which began several weeks ago in my head. Then I started watching House today, I realized how relevant it is for today (or what's left of it).

Are careers above others are actually worth it at some-point? Or is the opposite better, since relationships, good ones ideally, usually last until one party dies?

Careers usually end when people are at a certain age. Very few people pick a career and stick with it until they die, and usually these people tend to avoid their children and spouses, outside of the obligatory events such as dinner and holidays.

It is better to be single if one is going to have a career they enjoy above others.

I believe that when one loves their career it is because he or she is trying to love his or her self, and this becomes problematic when one allows their love to become tainted with pride or when it hinders the relationships one has with others.

Is there an opportunity for success without the intentional harming of others?
At what point does penance and contrition allow us an opportunity for resolution or clarity?

And it if does not matter if these issues are addressed, then how are we deserving of such happiness?

"I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe." -A quote taken from Babylon 5

Like most days, today I go to sleep with no clear answers in the end.