Week between posts... or A Hell of a Way to Make a Come Back!

I. Love. Rain. (except while driving)

Seriously, I freaking love it. I love listening to it. I love feeling it. I love smelling it. If it's not dripping off of a roof or a nasty tree, I love tasting it. I love watching it bounce off of everything around me. And me. I love the full sensory experience of rain. It's one of two absolutely natural events I can think of that I enjoy with every part of my soul. And that I can do naked.

I realized the other day that I lose everything in the fall. Memories blur together after a certian point, but every fall I can remember I've lost something or someone. My mind, keys, friends, watches, fathers, money, vehicles, blood, glasses... I could go on, but I've been told lately that I blather on a lot. Or maybe I told myself that. Probably.

Something I learned today is that my favorite things are only my favorite things when there are people I like with me to enjoy them. Otherwise, they're just things. I used to actually enjoy going to work (sometimes) when I had other people I enjoyed work with. Now my usual work is essentially solitary. Now work is just work. I do it. Like going to the bathroom or putting gas in the car. I do it because I have to. Because if I don't do it, I lose the ability to function as a person. I'd rather do something else. Anything else. Anything else that involves more brain power than a monkey waving a greeting at the passers by and looking like an angry gorilla when people get mean. I do the angry gorilla bit well, though. People are placid around me when I'm in uniform. Even when I'm pumping gas on my way home or buying Dew on my way to work. I blend in most of the time. Or at least people gawk silently. But when the badge is shining or the security patch is marching with me, it's like people actively wonder about me. Perhaps that's fallacious. People actively (and randomly) ask about me when I'm out all of the time. It gets annoying.

I'm so glad I'm not a celebrity. I'd have probably throat punched somebody by now.

Speking of which, people are annoying me more lately. Not just people that normally annoy me like the people that say I should play football or insult my intelligence because they think I've already played football. No no, I mean people that I would normally not care about. The little girls that swear obnoxiously loud in the college commons about their "drunk-ass" weekend. Even on Tuesday. (Seriously friends, it's Tuesday. It's even more lame a day after it was lame news.) Or the guys that hit on the pretty cashier girls when there's twelve people in line behind them. (Being unconcious of others is not attractive unless she's a shallow "wah-ho-ray". And I can tell she isn't 4 people back by the way she moved on to the next customer while you were talking about your awesome party this weekend.) Or the people that try to out-drive me when I apparently insult their new Ford Focus by accelerating faster than them to get out of cop-country. (You're in a Focus. Are you serious? I could understand a Mustang, but a Focus? You're a danger to the public.)

I'd go on, but I realized how soon work is.

And I have to do it.

And zombie clowns getting hit by a sledge hammer makes me so happy inside. People like me are probably the reason Rome fell.
  • Current Music
    The Ghostbusters Theme Song

What Happens When You Deploy Riot Police? or How and Why Freedom Dies

I am only one man. I am only a young man. I only observe the world. I don't take to the streets or organize with others well because I fear people in groups. To quote someone who was quoting someone else, "A person is smart. People are dumb, dangerous, panicing animals." Not to mention I don't follow orders well. Just ask my major.

I'm watching a large movement of peoples from all over converge on Pittsburg. I keep hearing all of this "down with the right wing", "Glenn Beck's Teabaggers are Bigots", "*explicative* Capitalism" speech going on. Poor peoples' organizations screaming "Just tax the Rich!" as a solution to all of their consituents' problems. I hope that they don't really believe what they're spewing, but I'm pretty sure they do. Sadly, with all of their hearts. Or wallets.

I disagree with them. I entirely and whole heartedly think they are spinning lies to rile the poor masses into an anarchistic rage. And their masses are frighteningly eating it stright out of their hands. And because of this fear mongering against those who (for the most part) aren't blaming others for their problems, the absolutely worst thing I've ever heard uttered on American soil came over a mechanized booming voice over the night air in one of its greatest cities (repeatedly):

"By Order of The City of Pittsburg's Chief of Police, I hearby declare this to be an unlawful assembly. I order all those assembled to immediately disperse... No matter what your purpose is, you must leave. If you do not disperse, you may be arrested and-or subject to other police action. 'Other police action' may include actual physical removal, the use of riot control agents, and-or less lethal munitions which could cause risk of injury to those who remain."

Is this America? The video where I heard this phrase was shot over the course of an evening where students of UPitt (I think) were being hearded slowly across the campus/city(?) by police in riot gear. Police who had probably been listening to all of this hate filled crap from organizers the entire day previous. Police that feared they were truely going to have a riot. I've been on the enforcement side of that line. You stay stone faced (or in their case, shield-faced) while having a private anxiety attack that the >100-1 ratio of crowd versus your crowd control will suddenly not be enough. Afraid that they will all get the mind at the same time to move where they don't need to be and despite your best efforts, you will fail. Mine was only concert of crazy dedicated fans. I couldn't do a real police riot line. That's just a stupid kind of dangerous, body armor and training be damned.

I don't think that the guys were warranted for the student crowd I saw being controlled, but they were not out of line for the G-20 event as a whole. The people don't like having daddy Obama and 19 other supreme what-have-you's buddying around talking trillions upon trillions of dollars while dozens of millions of American citizens (and citizens of the other G-20 nations) can't put food on the table (or even afford to own a table).

People are scared. Police and the policed, Leaders and followers, governments and citizens. They all fear that their way of life is being (or going to be) stolen by the other. Why? Why can't we find a way to coexist? Why are we forced to butt heads and call each other all kinds of ugly names and not sit and talk out a solution? No matter what many would have you believe, we have not had enough talk. We have not tried hard enough. Somebody is trying to capitalize on the fear of everyone and keep them shouting and rioting and tear gassing each other. It is in someone's best interest that this kind of dischord continues.

Ask who. Find out why. Actively wonder how and why freedom is dying in America. (hint: it's not the Tea Partiers' fault)

Oh, and I'm having a great day. Thank you for asking. ;)

And Now You Get to See How a Sober Person Raves Like a Drunk Person.

I love the clouds today. I can't say that about every cloudy day. Today is especially wonderful though. I haven't decided why. I got pissed on by the clouds today on my way across the parking lot to class. I couldn't even consider myself dried out until just a few minutes ago. I was a drowned rat all day. I learned about Socrates and The Peloponessian War, cold as ice. Played Chess and ate a chicken sandwich, still a drowned rat. Faked my way through a lecture on a book nobody but me and another person in my class even tried reading (which I just need to catch up on, by the way). All the way through coming home I was cold and wet and under any reasonable circumstance, I should have been miserable and grumbling and angry at *explicative*ing Bank of America for not cashing my check yet. But I'm not. The clouds and the cold rain and the equinox and the 25,000 slow people on the roads are all coming together for a reason. What reason? I have no idea. I have hope that it's good.

Hope is a funny thing. Mine should have been worn pretty hard by recent events. It should, by all means, have ground down to metaphorical  metal-on-metal squeaky and insufficient braking. But I feel stable as I have in the last two and a half months. I want to blame a host of things on this, but I'd be remiss leaving out my faith in Christ. >>I'm not a Jesus Freak or going to ramble on all that often on the subject of my faith. But, since this is my introduction to the LJ crowd, you get a brief dose.<< My understanding the reason for and scope of life,  and the nature of the universe comes through my understanding of Christ and God. Yes, I distinguish between them. It's only reasonable to assume a Father and a Son are two different beings. So there it is, in a nutshell. Also, that's the end of what I'm going to say on faith today.

I will be waxing political, poetic, angry, sad, blissful, emo, musical, nonsensical, politically incorrect, and a lot more in the coming postings. Don't worry, I'll probably offend you at some point soon. And if I don't, let me know so I don't exclude you. That would be culturally undiverse of me.

~Your Pober Soet, Jeremy
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    Foo Fighters - Walking After You / Next Year