blog-inspired emoto-roller-coaster
Reading the posts of others can be traumatizing. I’m all spun around. I looked back at my reader, found a few posts from friends as in, actual acquaintances, in real life, physically, and got my read on. It didn’t start out so well.
One friend posted about some shit that went down in illinois go figure; those folk are tweaked; bears fans? really?. I went to the linked article and had a read there as well.
When a woman can pose online as someone else, provoke a 13-year-old, then turn on her, which may be one of many reasons if not the primary one she ends up committing suicide, there’s really no turning back. Granted, there’s no way of knowing what Hitler or Manson could have done with the interweb an online dating site?, but even they may have balked at this one. Also, a brick through the window? A paintball fired at the house? That’s the specific forms of harassment they list?
Maybe things are different ’round those parts, but I could think of a dozen things more effective in helping someone realize they’re a bitch. Photoshopped images of an imagined marital affair? Maybe that sounds harsh. Maybe you readers aren’t concerned with a woman tapping into the most insecure period of a girl’s life in order to make her feel guilty about not being friends with her daughter.
Think back to that first growth spurt, the unforgiving mirrors, and that first boy that ignored you in favor of the early-developed slut, Stacey, who never invites you to gatherings and laughs at you because you’re so late in perfecting the binge-purge…. what’s that? Nope, sorry, I rarely carry bricks with me… but, do you know how to use Photoshop? I have an idea…
At this point, I’m pretty sure we’re screwed. After reading such things I get a little down. Not to the point of following the topic of The Bridge or anything, but I’m not exactly optimistic about our species-related future. I decide against any media-oriented blogs that’s almost a digital form of masochism at this point and head toward the lighter side of things.
A few overheard quotes later, I’m back at posts from friends and in good spirits because stupid people are funny, obviously. A buddy enlightens me to a sweet little chunk of interweb. I guess the folk on the right side of things wanted a place for their teenage copatriots to shake their asses to God-Hop jams or something. Also, could Denise Jackson be more hyped on this site?
I came upon this gem and had myself a look-see. Seems I have another and there are many reason to hate Hoobastank and their power-ballad-esque attempt at sweetness named the reason. It’s a compo-vid made by a youth group that includes clips from Kids, Thirteen, Redemption, and The Passion of the Christ. All these movies exaggerate see: fabricate reality as a cautionary statement except Passion of the christ, which glorifies violence to make Jews look like assholes; or that’s just my impression, but as you can tell by Mel Gibson being insane, he’s much smarter than I.
Which proves that religious folk are still using fear and extreme examples to beat metaphorically, of course—church-related violence was over decades ago (in first-world countries); strictly frowned upon their audience into submission. Surround that with teenagers, brought up blindly in the ways of heaven and hell, confessing what God is to them think chris crocker, but replace Britney references with Jesus/God and a few hundred attempts to bring religion into every day culture, and you have yourself a pretty impressive slice of ignorant bliss.
At least I’ll always be entertained by the expansive, void-like, bleakness that is current human culture. That and I’m barely affected my egotism is much like a red dwarf star. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
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