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Wherein I discuss boobs, sports, and tacos, among other things.

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One elegantly dressed man with a bloodied face was surrounded by bodyguards with their 9 mm pistols drawn and ready. He was stupefied. I began to photograph him only to find out later that he was a former interior minister under the previous government, and that he was the target of the blast.

Police arrived and made it difficult for me to photograph. I was only documenting one act of the terrorism that is plaguing the globe. I evaded them as I photographed, trying to photograph a body lying amidst the destroyed vehicles. The police closed off the street as the woman kneeling next to the man asked them for help. Ambulances began to arrive and take away the injured, with everything happening very fast.

I used in seconds almost everything I had learned in my years as photographer, and relived my experiences in the streets of Medellin covering the armed conflicts of the 1980’s and 90’s. Amidst the shock and daze, I pressed the shutter as the adrenaline flowed and kept me from breaking into tears.

My mobile phone rang, and my boss asked me, “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bomb site.”

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Rustled Jimmies: An Open Letter to a Bitch

Dear girl in Food Science that was talking about hating your cousin:

You said some really fucking offensive things today, you stupid cunt. Yes, I understand that you don’t like your cousin, but that’s okay. You can hate someone with or without reason, I don’t care about that. What I DO care about, however, is what you said about them. Oh, you don’t remember? That’s okay, I’ll remind you.

You said that “she’s too perfect, I hope she winds up being a lesbian or something.” Can you pick out what’s wrong with that sentence? Here’s where that critical reading thing you learned in English class way back when comes into play. By contrasting it with being perfect, you are openly making the implication that there’s something wrong with being a lesbian. Do you realize how ridiculously offensive that is? No, you clearly don’t. So, I’ll illustrate it for you.

Basically, what you said is like saying “I hope she marries a black guy.” There is absolutely nothing wrong with either one, but for some reason, a large number of people have a problem with it. For years and years, white people couldn’t marry black people in this country. A white person, if seen in a relationship with a black person, would get looks from just about everyone on the street. Some people would even have the audacity to comment, and insist that the white person’s lifestyle was somehow wrong, that it went against nature, and that the Bible wasn’t a fan.

Sound familiar?

To make it clear, there is NOTHING wrong with being lesbian or gay. It’s not the lifestyle for me, and from what you seem to be indicating, it’s not your culture of choice either. But wishing homosexuality on someone as if it is a curse is unacceptable. I have friends that are both gay and lesbian, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you they were gay/lesbian. And by insinuating that being a lesbian is some sort of flaw, you are directly insulting not only any homosexuals that may have been in the room, but also everybody that chooses to associate with anyone that may be homosexual. 

All I’m asking for is a little bit of restraint. I understand that you’re jealous, but the fact that your cousin is better than you does not give you the right to subjugate an entire group of people. Please, next time, show a little bit of deference before I’m forced to tell all of my classes about how great it would be to find out that you were blowing a donkey down in Tiajuana. 

Sincerely,

The quiet kid in the back.

So, I’m an idiot sometimes.

I finally apologized to someone that’s had it coming to them for quite a while today. I don’t know why I was such an asshole to them (actually, yes, I do, but I’m not going into details about that on this blog), but I was. I genuinely have no clue why they accepted my apology. I know if situations were reversed, I probably wouldn’t have done the same. I mean, you don’t just treat someone like shit for 6 months and then say “sorry,” and make everything better, do you?

Of course, I guess when you get a lot of practice, you get really good at things like apologies.

Okay, sit on T-Moar’s knee, and he will tell you a story in 3rd person.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named T-Moar. When he was a little kid, growing up on the harsh streets of upper-middle class suburban America, T-Moar met a certain little boy. Now, for fear of T-Moar’s gigantic fanbase raging all over this little boy’s punk ass, this child will remain anonymous. That being said, this little boy was a hornery little motherfucker that decided to bully T-Moar, doing typical bully things, shoving him around on the playground and whatnot. Being seven years old and in 2nd grade at the time, T-Moar was not happy. Many tears were had over the course of the year, as teachers refused to do anything, claiming that it was not within their jurisdiction. It was a miserable year for poor old T-Moar, being shoved around on the playground and whatnot.
Fast-forward exactly a decade.

T-Moar is now a High School Senior, getting ready to go to college. One day, he gets an invitation to attend a reunion of his elementary school class. T-Moar chooses to attend. Upon arriving, T-Moar chats with the attendees, noting one special little boy’s absence. Ever the inquiring mind, T-Moar inquires as to the going on in the life of special little boy that bullied him. Apparently, special little second grade gangsta is now in jail, because, much to the surprise of no one, he is a crack addict, and has actually joined a gang. T-Moar was very satisfied, had many lols, and he lived happily ever after.

Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God

I’ve been doing some more thinking lately, and it’s not just about death anymore. It’s about the nature of everything. And, more importantly than anything else, I think I’ve come out of it with some sort of religious belief. That being said, I still think the major religions are ridiculous. I do, however, believe that there is, or has been, or sometimes is, some sort of higher power.

First of all, I feel the need to explain why the major religions (Christianity, Judaism, Islam) are, in my opinion, absurd. Every single one of the three religions makes the assumption that God created literally everything, but took a vested interest in humanity. Put simply, I see no reason that this should be the case. It makes no sense to me whatsoever. Why would any being, much less one of higher intelligence or design, only focus on one of its created species? What would be the point of creating other species? And don’t you DARE give me that BS about “well, God needed to give people something to eat.” I’ve heard that before, but when you’re making rules for a species, you don’t HAVE to do anything. Especially if you are designing a species after yourself, and you DON’T eat.

However, I DO believe that there is some sort of higher power “out there.” The theory that makes the most sense to me right now is that we, as humans, are essentially cogs in the well-running machine of God’s Earth. Good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people because “good” and “bad” are purely human constructs. In the eyes of the theoretical higher being that I am referring to as “God,” these are all just things that have to happen. That being said, I feel comfortable ruling out the concept of an afterlife. While the idea of a loving God that welcomes us into the afterlife with open arms is comforting, this would make life on Earth absolutely pointless. What is the point of living when death is better? And if there truly is eternal life, why do people have to die to get there? It makes no sense to me, and I refuse to believe it is the case.

“I don’t fucking get it. Why does every dildo feel like he has a credible opinion on the economy? You don’t see any common person making highly debatable claims about the theory of decaying protons. You don’t see anyone on the street giving their two cents on the objective quality of certain structural engineering projects. There aren’t people going into the streets and saying shit like ‘I believe Freudian psychology is incorrect’ while occupying psychiatry centers. What makes economics the discipline that everyone and their grandma has an opinion on?”

-A brilliant mind on /pol/