Anonymous asked: So I've read your views on how to be happy. How do you feel that those views fit with depression?
The scope of my views excludes people with depression or other mental illnesses that would otherwise cause them to not be in total control of their emotions or moods. I’m not insane enough to tell a person suffering from depression to grow some balls and choose to be happy, which I’m assuming was your concern.
Anonymous asked: do you think you deserve to be eic?
I think you think I don’t.
But still, no comprendo how people are still getting a kick out of correcting other people’s grammar and spelling. Yeah, I get it, some sad chick mixed up her “your” and “you’re” so you asterisk-megapwned that bitch which only served to further incite her to screw up her “their” and “there” so then you decided to screenshot that utter and complete fail at life and post it to Facebook, allowing all your buddies to like it and confirm your belief that you are, indeed, the man with the slickest wit spewing forth from his glorious ten-ton ballsack on planet Earth and that your timely rectification was a sure blessing in this pitiable illiterate wench’s life.
Yeah, I see you gleefully throw your head back and cackle, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before the entire world bows down to your linguistic superiority.
— Ecclesiastes 1:18
Contrary to what’s stated above, there was no nationwide “gas out” in 1997. None. There was one in 1999, and it did generate a fair amount of media attention, but it didn’t cause gas prices to drop 30 cents per gallon overnight — in fact, it didn’t cause gas prices to drop at all. Despite the popularity of the chain letter, the 1999 “event” attracted few active participants and was completely ineffectual.
It was a dumb idea 10 years ago. It’s a dumb idea now. You still buy the exact same amount of gasoline but on a different day. If you want lower gas prices, everyone must use less gas.
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Which, for the first time in EOoN history, occurred OFF Tumblr. The political editors here on Tumblr may hate me, but soon they won’t be able to deny me. Claimed power is the best defense against imposed weakness :)
A commenter dug up the stats I used in the article. I didn’t reference them. As a blogger and speaker of words, I can say absolutely anything and am under no obligation to prove anything. But here they are, thanks to Dale Ruff:
Number of prisoners:
# 1 United States: 2,019,234 prisoners.
# 2 China: 1,549,000 prisoners (with nearly 4 times more people than the US).
# 3 Russia: 846,967 prisoners.
# 4 India: 313,635 prisoners (with nearly 4 times more people than the US).
# 5 Brazil: 308,304 prisoners.
# 6 Thailand: 213,815 prisoners.
# 7 Ukraine: 198,386 prisoners.
Dale cited a source, Ron Paul, and you can do with it what you will. My contention in the article was that the U.S. locks up more people than China, despite having a population of some one billion LESS, and I AM RIGHT.
In the article I wrote, as in every article I write, I was a huge smartass. People took issue with this. They misinterpreted my sarcasm and hyperbole. They thought I was serious. I was serious, but not about the things they thought I was. Ah, well. NASCAR is popular for a reason. One woman from San Diego especially called me out, saying I damaged my credibility (as if that was a real thing), and blah blah blah. I responded to her with this:
“You are absolutely right, Random Woman In San Diego. I will change the way I write from now on. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was probably drunk on legal alcohol at the time of the article writing. I didn’t know what I was doing. Forgive me? In the future, I will eliminate all sarcasm, satirical elements, and hyperbole and just write plain old unconfusing articles of beige colors and perfectly square proportions. My “credibility” with a handful of random people on the internet is very important to me, but not as important as it is with you, Random Woman In San Diego. PM me your email address and I will send you rough drafts of everything I write in the future so that I can get your stamp of approval.
Having said all that, I would like to ask you, the entire internet, for forgiveness. I didn’t mean to point out all this insane for-profit prison crap and make you uncomfortable as you watch NASCAR and think everything is just fine and dandy except for Obama being in the White House. I also didn’t mean to point it out in such a smartass way either. All I ever wanted to be growing up was Batman and now I know I have taken a wrong turn. Thank you for showing me the light with your numerous comments, many of which contain correct spelling, complete thoughts, and appropriate punctuation. I hereby cease my writing activities for the time being while I reassess my life.
If you need me I will be saying the pledge of allegiance over and over again in a WASP church somewhere while actually believing we won the War of 1812.
Yours humbly,
Mike”
So, yeah.
Same.
Pretty sure Jesus wasn’t a newborn when that party happened, so make that 1979 years or so.
(via what-is-this-i-dont-even)
Anonymous asked: What are your religious beliefs?
I’m an atheist, but you probably already guessed that. I honestly don’t mind people who believe in God, as long as religion doesn’t become an excuse for them to tell others what is moral or not just because an omnipotent being supposedly said so. Personally, I believe religion is organized delusion, but I don’t go around denouncing religious people left and right, so don’t get me wrong here. I tend to say live and let live when it comes to religion, because how are you ever going to reconcile someone’s faith with your own if it’s just that - faith - not reason or science, which can be proven. (Although that’s actually iffy as well when you consider epistemics. There was a fascinating article about that in The Stone of the New York Times, if you’re interested.) So, yeah. I suppose an atheist fanatic is no better than a religious fanatic. Sorry if this seems like a tangent to you, but why not take the opportunity to turn a question into a mini post if it feels right, right?
— Macbeth (2.3.161-162)
Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung
My name is Erin, and I tell it how it is. I'm a realist, a misanthropist, and a cynic, although I've also been mistakenly called some other choice words. I'm a genuinely good person. I'm unforgiving. I possess wisdom far beyond my years. I'm oversensitive and I feel emotions far too keenly. I don't express my emotions enough. I know exactly what I want in my life and how to get it. I have the capacity to be ruthless, but I have never tested it before. I will never hurt people on purpose unless my interests are threatened. I like to see people happy. I see people for what they are. That unnerves them. I see everyone’s flaws and perfections all too clearly, including my own. Unlike the majority of humans, I understand human nature. People are more alike than different. I have a healthy respect for independent thinking, awareness, purpose, self-control, and little else. Self-assurance and quality of character always follow. I have strong opinions, but they are not immutable. I crave mental stimulation with people I can relate to. I don't know if I believe in love; I certainly believe in soul mates in the sense that compatibility may be the greatest thing one can hope to get with another human. Maybe it trumps love. Maybe it is the basis of love. Maybe it is only a form of love, and I wouldn't know. I have a difficult time compromising my values, especially when others are so eager to do so in order to get what they want. There should always be a reason for doing or saying something. Mistakes occur from not thinking actions through or knowing what the intent of an action actually is. Never make one impression of a person and judge him forever afterwards based on that singular idea. Things and people are constantly changing, and it is important to update perceptions. Always be alert and take in new information. A great deal of mistakes is made from people who cannot reconcile beliefs and new realities. I have a pressing desire for knowledge and truth, and certainly not just in the petty senses of the words. Ignorance, mediocrity, and running out of time frighten me. The purpose of life is to have made a difference that one has lived and changed the world, the universe, for the better in one way or another. This is an extremely hopeful view given my cynicism, and here is the reason: Although people (or the Sun’s death) will inevitably destroy humanity sometime in the future, they are still intent on improving their world and making things better. That is what gives me enough faith to sustain my work on this planet. Mentally prepare for the worst. Do your best. Accept the outcome. Never give up. Life goes on.
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