This post is in response to Chirp’s post about homosexuality in Kuwait

‘The gays’. That term encompasses it all. I think the term is derogatory. It demonstrates how all homosexual people are clumped into this almost substandard category. Being homosexual is not all that somebody is, its part of them. Its not who they are, its part of what they are.

It’s like saying ‘the blacks’ in the ‘separate but equal’ era of the US. It’s the exact same thing. In fact, the whole situation is the same. There is this group of people that is different. The general population not only refuses to accept these people but also decides to persecute them just because they are different.

Now, some people may argue that homosexuality is a choice (as opposed to race). The whole choice of homosexuality debate is never-ending. I won’t even bother getting into it. But I will say that even if a person decides to participate in homosexual relations behind closed doors, what’s the harm in it? As long as it’s adult and consensual, who cares?

‘It’s a sin’. Well, seeing as homosexuality is a ‘victimless sin’ why not let God handle it? Why arrest them? Who’s going to benefit from that?

Retarded Islamists walk around and blame homosexuality on ‘Westernization’ (as usual). Jeez, those ‘Islamists’ should really pick up a Quran sometime. There’s a little story there in there about two cities called Sodom and Gomorrah. Those cities were in the Middle East (maybe they misread it as Middle America). If anything, the whole Sodom and Gomorrah story shows us how long homosexuality has been around here and still hasn’t gone away. If God didn’t get rid of homosexuality by decimating whole cities, what makes bigoted lawmakers think anything they do is going to?

Now, let’s discuss Kuwaiti homosexuality. Here’s what I think:

True homosexuality is the intrinsic feeling of preferring to have sexual relations with someone of the same sex. I think that a lot of guys and girls participate in homosexual acts not because they prefer it but because it is what’s available (just like in prison).

Kuwaiti society strongly discourages the mixing of males and females (as is demonstrated by our segregated schools and segregated everything).

What do you expect a developing male/female to do to release they’re sexual energy and they’re growing need for physical affection?

Once a boy/girl has committed their first homosexual act that’s where it gets psychologically complicated. They just did something that was physically and sexually pleasurable but, being raised with certain social morals, mentally unacceptable. They will either:

· Compartmentalize and go into denial: Like guys who deny having homosexual tendencies because they were ‘on top’.

· Rationalize their behavior and seek validation: I would think a lot of ‘boya’ girls do that. They decide that they are gay and dress and act a certain way in order to fit in with the ‘lesbian’ community (which is the only place where what they did is considered acceptable and normal).

Another unfortunate factor that contributes to a person’s homosexuality is sexual abuse. When children are sexually abused they often become sexually confused. Let’s say a little boy is sexually abused by his father. Now, sexual abuse can mess a kid up in any which way: He could go into shock and completely shut down, he could rationalize the event and decide that it’s acceptable (even wanted), or: The child recognizes the event as abuse but can help but associate the homosexual act with a father’s love. He grows up, and he wants to be with men because deep within his mind he is seeking those feelings of paternal affection (because Daddy told him ‘this is how I show you that I love you’).

Messed up to the 11th degree, I know. But that’s how it is. So in my opinion people who were sexually abused as children are not necessarily homosexual but probably sexually confused.

Banning homosexual gatherings isn’t going to do shit. If they really want to get together they will.

What the government should do is allow and encourage free mingling of the sexes at an early age. Put the kids in a healthy, respectful co-ed environment. Don’t make the opposite sex such a mystery. And don’t assume that you can do nothing and that society and school will mold your child into a well-rounded individual (or a mini-you).

Also, counseling for people who have sexual identity issues. I’m not talking about the ‘conversion’ crap that seeks to whip the gay out of you. I mean a safe place where people can get professional help and discuss their sexuality (if it bothers them) without fear of retribution or judgment.

Last of all, and most importantly: Learn to live and let live. Learn some tolerance. So you don’t like what gay people do. You don’t have to like it or agree with it, you just have to accept it. They’re not going away. They’re here. They’re queer. Get used to it.

I don’t particularly care if someone is homo or hetero. I draw the line at non-consensual sex (children and animals).

I don’t think I could ever be attracted to a girl. I just don’t see the appeal.

But just because I don’t feel it, it doesn’t mean others can’t or shouldn’t.

What amazes me is when ‘religious’ people say:

“Homosexuality is wrong. It’s wrong because it…. its… its just wrong! I don’t understand it. It doesn’t make sense! It’s unnatural as designated by God.”

I would think that if anybody could accept things that they don’t understand it would be religious people. Isn’t that what basis of religion is? There is no way you could understand God or even fathom his existence, and yet you accept Him.

And c’mon people, if God wanted you to think that homosexuality was so unnatural then he wouldn’t have made so many animals behave homosexually. Most every animal species has incidence of homosexuality. Some species (ex. Bonobos –wiki it!) even have homosexuality engraved in their societies.

What’s more natural than nature? Or do you want to believe that animals too been watching too much Orbit and have become ‘Westernized’?


Okay, so alot of you have been wondering: ‘Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego the Prophet of Random?’

I’m random, hence the name. I do unexpected things like prolonged absences from blogging.

Actually, there’s a little more to it than randomness. Actually, there’s ALOT more to it than that.

First, an update on work:

And so finally, I am proud and ecstatic to announce that I have finally submitted my long overdue resignation. That’s right! I did it! Now, I’m sure you want to know which straw finally broke the camel’s back. Those of you that have been following my story from the beginning know that I have gone through some ridiculous shit ranging from officelessness to battles with tea-boys . The reason I initially stayed in this hellhole was to get ‘experience’ that I could use on my CV and grad apps. I quickly realized that the ‘experience’ was not worth the maskhara that dominates this evil place. But then I had to stick around some more because of parental pressure. Alot of shitty things have continued to happen here. For example, HR has taken it upon themselves to only count 2 of my sick days (even though I’m entitled to a MINIMUM of 6 days a year- its government policy). They are counting everything else as extra annual leave and they are deducting my salary.

And they call Jews greedy and evil. If there’s any people that should go through a holocaust, it should be HR people.

Anyway, that isn’t even the worst of it. Now, in the beginning, there was darkness. God said ‘Let there be light’. And there was. Also, in the beginning I was hired by my boss to be an officer (the detailed 411) only to find out that unlike God in the Genesis everything my boss says never ever happens. I thought that with his written promise that the whole Job Title issue was resolved (411) . After that, I started to get really sick and was absent from work alot and so I kindly offered to submit my resignation from this dead-end job. But instead, upon my boss’ suggestion, I decided to take leave instead (and then return if I felt better). And so I left for about a month (and HR is making me literally paying for it). So I come back and this place is as bad as ever- things like getting kicked out of the office I was in. But even worse, I discover that I’m still a trainee (Jesus Christ Monkey Balls is right Batman!)

That’s all old news. The new part is:

I tell my boss that I’m still a trainee and he says “Just find the confirmation request we sent HR and resend it”. It’s an HR issue (according to him. Which is complete bullshit because the decision is his. If he says confirm me as the new Baby Jesus, they have to do it. So anyway, I find out that the reason I was never officially confirmed as an officer is because my boss declined to fill out grade parameter paperwork because he was banking on me leaving. Warning: Rant Ahead WTF? First, if I was going to leave suddenly, I would have done it straight after I took the long leave you suggested. Second, what difference does it make to you what my title is? I’m not asking for anymore money or a grade increase. I’m going to be doing exactly the same shit for the same pay. Just give me the title. End of Rant Anyway, he wanted to play it like he didn’t know what was going on. He decided to send me on an HR expedition with the hopes that I would eventually just get frustrated with their incompetence and drop the whole issue.

You wanna play it like that? Fine, let’s play.

So I started sending polite yet assertive emails to people in HR. Of course they ignored me at first. But I kept emailing them, atleast one email every day. Eventually, I started emailing the GM of HR. And I would Cc my boss every email I sent to HR.

The kept on ignoring and ignoring me. Until, one day, more than a week later: I come in the morning and I’m talking to the secretary, when my boss comes in to greet me with his thick Indian accent: “You’re such an angry girl, sending all of those angry emails. But don’t worry dear, I sent an email.”

At this point I’m thinking “Okay, finally, some progress.”

I go to my PC and check my email. First I find, an email from the GM of HR which basically states ‘ You’re still a trainee and that the job title is changed when a decision is sent by management (as it is solely a management issue) ‘.

Okay, I didn’t expect much from the HR. I’m surprised they even know how to type.

Then comes the email from my boss, which approximately states:

‘I don’t know to what Job Title promises you are referring. There is no position for you here in this department. This issue is governed by HR policy’

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

One is blaming the other. You’d  think they’d atleast get their stories straight.

Anyway, I could have easily responded to both of them with a beautiful email that would have chopped their blatant lies into shreds. I could have easily pointed out to the GM of HR that: Management has decided and sent you their signed and dated decision to change my job title, its that little letter you got sent from Management that said CHANGE THE JOB TITLE.

And to the best of bosses I could have sent: “Oh, you don’t know what promise I’m referring to? Let’s disregard all the verbal promises you made starting the day you interviewed me for the position you still have not officially assigned me. Please find attached the job title change request you sent to HR. But it’s okay if you don’t want to consider that a written promise, you can consider it a legally binding document that can be used in court.

I could have done that. But I didn’t. I was done trying to reason with the unreasonable. I was done talking and emailing in an attempt to get what I was supposed to have from day one in this cursed shithole. Like Elvis said, now was a time for ” little less conversation and a little more action”.

That’s when I decided that I was going to submit my resignation. I had the complete intention of submitting a resignation that would obliterate this entire institution. The resignation was going to be complete with dates and supporting documentation that demonstrates the true maskhara that happens here. a resignation that would completely

But, alas, and of course, my father stopped me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath. Instead, he seriously toned down the language and content of my resignation letter. And soon thereafter, I submitted my resignation to my unithead (didn’t bother with my boss) and I sent a copy to HR.

My boss got so pissed (HAHAHAHA!). Of course he didn’t talk to me (he still hasn’t-its almost been 2 weeks). I was surprised that it pissed him off so much. I didn’t even mention his name in my resignation. I basically said ‘I was promised this position. It’s been a year. It hasn’t happened. Thank you. Adios putas.”

But as it turns out his ‘management style’ is already under scrutiny and the nature and timing of my resignation just made it worse.

Serves him right. I won’t say I wish him bad things. I’ll just say:

I hope the world brings upon him the same type of kindness and generosity that he has shown me.

He has fooled people into trying to get me to change my mind about my resignation. They tell me things like, (and I reply and I think):

  1. Hey, its nothing personal. He’s been struggling with corporate politics, and you just got caught in the middle.
    Once, something is done to me, whatever the motivation/reasons behind it, its personal. My suffering as a result of his issues with others is unacceptable.
    Me suffer for him? I must’ve missed something here. Am I supposed sit and suffer because of somebody else’s actions? Ohhhhhhh….. I’m sorry, you’ve mistaken me for somebody else. Your Lord and Savior- Jesus Christ is in the next cubicle.

  2. You know, you shouldn’t burn bridges. If you wanted to resign it should have been a plain (no cause stated) resignation. You shouldn’t have submitted such an inflammatory letter.
    What’s happened to me here is unacceptable and a plain resignation for this situation will not do. This letter is nothing compared to what it should be.
    Are you kidding me? After what I went through, I shouldn’t burn bridges? I was about to burn down this entire building. Bridges is nothing, bitch. Now, shut up with that nonsense and go thank God that I’ve put my childhood pyromania behind me.

  3. You shouldn’t quit. I struggled alot in my career too but I made it. *long monologue about going from janitor to pencilpusher*
    I am impressed by your inner strength. I admire that you have the determination to persevere in the face of hardships until you reach your goals. But everybody has a reason to endure mistreatment. The reason could be economic, personal, whatever. But there’s always a reason. You did it for xxxxx reason. I personally, don’t need the money or anything. I was here to gain some experience, which I didn’t even get. In fact there is not one single reason exists for my being here. Simply put, I neither want this nor need this.
    Hello, we are talking about me. I don’t care about the kind of torture you put yourself through to get to this position (that you complain about every day btw). Just because you were willing to subject yourself to whatever mistreatment, doesn’t mean I will. I’m no sadist, thank you very much. What made you even think I want to be anything like you? In fact, your ‘made for Lifetime’ career struggle has just reaffirmed my decision to leave and never return!
  4. So what job are you leaving for?
    I haven’t anything lined up at the moment. I can get a job, like this, anytime. But I don’t want a job, I want a career. If there’s anything being here has taught me its that I need to be sure about the position I commit myself to. I’m waiting for the right opportunity.
    I’m not looking for a job. The crap that I’ve gone through here is making me seriously contemplate opening up my own business . In fact, Id rather to be unemployed and
    completely broke than work here. There is no secret factor (like a better job) that’s motivating me to leave. The fact that I completely and utterly hate it here is motivation enough.

  5. Allah iywafgitch inshalla
    Mafrooth itgoolen ‘ajma3een’
    Yeah, thanks.

Note: I actually like most of my coworkers. They are very well intentioned for the most part. They just say the wrong things sometimes.

Anyway you guys, I gtg. Its 4.10 pm. I’ve stayed one hour over just for you!

Tomorrow, we are going to talk the declining status of my health and what it means for the Resurrection of Random. Stay tuned!

PS:I submitted my resignation but it isn’t effective until the first week of next month.

PPS: Only after working here have I truly been able to appreciate things like Dilbert and The Office. It’s like I’m working at Dunder Mifflin.

Dexter: The Game

March 5, 2008

It seems that, soon, my slightly psychopathic tendencies will be satiated without getting me arrested. That’s right! Soon, all of us will be able to release the little serial killer within us thanks to the Dexter video game! Ch-ch-check it out!


Pinch my nipples!

February 28, 2008

So it seems that I’m going to be staying here. No quitting today. I’m probably going to be here for another 2 months atleast. They are kicking me out of my office and I can’t quit. Damn them!

When my boss comes over to tell me himself that he wants me evacuating the office I should start screaming:

“PINCH MY NIPPLES! Pinch my nipples! Quick! Pinch my nipples!”

He’ll then probably freak out and ask me why I’m saying that. And the answer will be:


Seriously, here, I get screwed over and over more than a blind, peg-legged, 1 rupee whore in a Bombayan brothel.


Speaking of nipples, where did all you boobs go? A simple web address change and you all disappear. Wow, you’d all suck at a scavenger hunt – can’t even follow a link, trying to follow clues would probably make your brains explode.

I’ll make it easy for you today, JUST – CLICK – THE – BLUE – WORDS. OKAY?



Who’s a good boy? Who? Who? YOU ARE! Good boy!





The things kids say

I like boobies – For Chirp (I may have posted this before), which reminds me: Chirp if you ever go to Slider Station take a look at the diagram of the engine drawn on the wall and look at the last word on the bottom. I put it there just for you!

Audiko – Want a specific section of a song for your ringtone? For those of you that are tekmologically incapable, Audiko is for you.



Barrack Obama is Your New Bicycle



Restroom Poetry -Read this one

Stuff White People Like – Lol , So true!


I will now end this post with the coolest mini-retarded video:




Happy Freedom!

February 24, 2008

Happy liberation day to all of you! It’s 12: 14 AM, and thanks to B. for helping me feel great!

Enjoy this traffic-filled holiday yáll! Atleast you aren’t at work!


February 20, 2008

Ahhhh….. there’s nothing like cutting short my beauty sleep to get to work at 7.30 in the morning and have people try to fuck me over.

Trying to fuck me over:

All of you that have been following my random adventure since the beginning (Original TCOR) know how I didn’t have my own desk until 8 months into this shitfest that passes for a job. So, anyway, my unithead calls me in this morning and tell me that our boss wants me to leave the office I’m in, because they’re hiring somebody else who’s going to sit there. And then he shows me the email he (not me) got from our boss . Ummm… yeah…..lovely.

I’m surprisingly zen about it. I guess I’m completely used to the shit that they pull around here that it doesn’t faze me anymore. I just said “Ahhhh….ok….we’ll see what happens…. thanks for letting me know”.

Now, I’m contemplating my next move. I don’t want to be rash and mess things up like the Rafeeq incident (incident & result). I’m consulting others on how to approach this delicate situation before I taking action. Advise me readers! Advise me!


And oh yeah, remember all the confirmation shit I went through, I thought it was over. Well, it seems I was wrong. I just found out that I’m still registered as a trainee here, my boss apparently didn’t bother with the paperwork. How messed up is that?

This place rivals ‘2girls1cup‘*. It’s shitty, messed up, and just plain wrong.


*The link attached is just a wiki article explaining the video, not the actual video (which I was duped into seeing yesterday).





Now, lets watch a cute dog lick your screen clean

Its quite possible I put this up before: Bunny suicides



I’m not in the mood to put up more links for you. I have some decision making to do. The grave insult of evicting me from my office may be grounds for my resignation….. Is this it? Could this be the end of my run here, finally? Tune in tommorow – Same Bat-time! Same Bat-Channel!




February 19, 2008

I’ve always had little sound effects that come out of me unexpectedly. For a while it was the yoshi yell “awawawawa”. Then it became “3abut”. Now, I meow. It’s becoming a problem because people find it strange that I meow when I fall down. The other day I meowed at a waitress to get her attention for the cheque. I don’t mean to do it. It just happens. Its my way of saying ‘Oi’ or ‘Ow’. I really have to change it. It’s not that big a deal when nobody knows what you’re saying. But meowing is pretty recognizable.

Anyway, meowing is the least of my problems. My job still sucks balls. And to make it worse HR is screwing me over in terms of my leave and I can’t say anything about it in fear of retribution. I’m seriously contemplating quitting, even if it means sitting at home. I thought that I could push through another year of this shit, but I’m reconsidering that now. Should I really suffer through this kind of crap just so I can put it on some stupid MBA application? An MBA I’m not even sure I want…

I need some clarity. Fooled by my optimism I thought that, with time, clarity would come on its on. I was told (by an adamant fan of ‘The Secret’) that, if I was positive and patient, the universe would bring me everything I want. Shrouded by desperation I felt the need to believe. So I did, reluctantly, for a while.

But as a hopeless realist, ‘belief’ and ‘faith’ doesn’t come easily to me. In a world where millions kill in the name of ‘faith’, my realism protects me from the wolves dressed in Sheppard’s clothes who herd desperate sheep to slaughter. Usually, my realism reflects my bravery. I’m brave enough to believe in ideas that are unconventional, even blasphemous. But the things I trust in make sense. They don’t require ignorance of fact.

But my realism that pushes me to reject believing in the goodness of the universe comes from fear. I’m afraid that I’m just wasting my time. I’m afraid that its not going to work. I’m afraid that I’m being stupid. If you believe in something that might be untrue because you need to does that make you stupid? Brave? Or just desperate?


Enough with the deep philosophical questions and on with the links!


Tortoise cares for baby hippo


chicken3.jpg Featherless chicken?



Monkey Fluids : A comic- kind of



Anti-Rape Device


Household Gadgets 


This is soooooooo my next x-mas desktop wallpaper!




Don’t Seperate! Emulate!

February 17, 2008

Again, based on Chirp’s blog:

Like Chirp said, attraction to the opposite sex is natural. Even more than natural, it is a biological imperative just like the need to eat.

If somebody is given little snacks throughout the day, there’s blood sugar remains stable and they don’t feel an overwhelming urge to crash a buffet line.

On the other hand, when somebody is hungry (here they are more like starving)…. what happens? Somebody who is starving starts to literally go insane. They start to do things that are not so good just to try to survive. Like cannibalism.

Once hungry/starving people are exposed to food they gulp it down with a vengeance. Firstly, so that they can try to fulfill their basic human need. Secondly, because they’re worried that there wont be any food tomorrow.

Now, the Kuwaiti government has decided that instead of allowing boys and girls to get a small fill of each other (talking and socializing) that they are going to completely separate everybody. Wow, retards… really.

Now, this guy thinks that there is no such thing as a ‘small fill’ if you put guys and girls together. He says that its going to escalate to AIDs, abortions, orgies, and porn movies. Let’s forget about the fact that there are actually some people who can control their sexual urges, the fact still remains that there are actually supposed to be responsible teachers and faculty around to prevent the orgies. Its not like you just lock the boys and the girls in 2 X 2 boxes, leave them there and call it a co-ed school.


Up until recently, almost all private schools have been co-ed. And consistently, students from these schools have academically outperformed public school kids. The proof: In the past, in order to get government scholarships for college all applications had to take a standardized test. The applicants with the highest scores got the scholarships. Almost all of the scholarships went to the private school kids. Of course, parents of gov. school kids got pissed and said that it wasn’t fair. They said it’s the government’s fault that they’re kids didn’t score well on the tests – after all they got a government education. The government’s solution was to eliminate the standardized test and award a predefined number of scholarships to gov. kids that is separate from those of the private school kids. And so today, scholarships no longer go the most qualified children in the country.

The government could’ve emulated the (more effective) private school system and improve the education of Kuwait’s general population (= better Kuwait’s future). Instead they choose to leave the ineffective educational system and separate the scholarships.

As you can see, the government has long considered separation to be a viable solution for its problems.

Just like the African-American population didn’t accept the ridiculous ‘solution’ of “Separate, but equal”, NEITHER SHOULD WE.

With that comes my anti-segregation motto:

“Don’t separate! EMULATE*!”

*Emulate means ‘to strive to equal; or excel’. Emulation has long been known to be an effective tool for improvement. When you see a problem within yourself and you need to do something about it but don’t know what: You see how others have solved it and you do something similar. Emulation is different from imitation. With emulation you try to raise yourself to a higher standard, excel. With imitation you just copy regardless of if it’s an improvement. So doing the same thing that Saudi Arabia does is an imitation that only retards us. Really, I mean if there’s a country with people that are hornier and more sexually dysfunctional than Kuwait it’s got to be Saudi Arabia. Really. Really.

Common Sense, dead? Never!!!!

February 12, 2008

So I’m checking Chirp’s blog and there is this email forward she got:

Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn’t always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I’m a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

I don’t agree with most of that forward.

Six-year old charged with sexual harassment: He wasn’t charged legally, he was suspended from school. They probably should have given him detention, not suspension. but so what? His parents should have taught him what was appropriate touching and what wasn’t. I doubt anything would have happened to him if it didn’t bother the kid that was kissed (that’s what defines sexual harrassment- its unwanted). So its okay to suspended a kid for hitting another kid and making them cry but not okay to suspend them for kissing a kid and making them cry?Suspension so he’ll learn his lesson sounds pretty fair to me… Sounds like common sense to me. Protect the children = common sense.
I dunno about the mouthwash thing. But I’m guessing that it contained alcohol – usually not tolerated at schools. The teens should have known better. If I was caught with half empty bottle of ‘cologneyat jackson’ and said I was just perfuming up after gym, I think its plausible that they’d assume I was getting trashed on it.

Teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student. You mean the teacher that ductaped a chatty girl’s mouth? I doubt the teacher just said “Your being very disruptive. Please be quite”. We send our kids to school to be educated not ‘disciplined’. Its a parents job to discipline children, not teachers- even if the parents don’t, teachers still shouldn’t. If parents want teachers to have that power they should sign a waiver at the beginning of every school year. Teachers teaching and parents parenting = common sense

Parental consent to administer chemicals that could have potential side effects makes sense to me. Alot of people are allergic to Asprin – my brother is. Aspirin can also cause a serious and sometimes fatal condition called Reye’s syndrome in children. Also, all SPFs are essentially chemicals. And alot of people have latex allergies that can be triggered by plasters. I think I should have the right to decide what drugs and chemicals are put into my children – they are my spawn. Making medical decisions for your children makes sense to me. As long as your decision doesn’t endanger your child’s health that is.

As for not telling parents if their children are pregnant – Now here is where you need to use real common sense. Let’s say Jassim (AKA daddy) is told that his 13 year old daughter Sabeecha is pregnant. What does common sense tell you will happen? Let’s take a second to think…. hmmmmmm……. Just a wild guess: he’s going to beat her within a millimeter of her life. And then eat the fetus alive (yummy!). Don’t believe me? Ask your brother/father/guyfriend what he would do. It might not result in murder or cannibalism but I guarantee its going to involve violence. If the girl isn’t beaten, then the baby daddy who knocked her up is going to get knocked out. Its common sense.

“Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband”

This line is just plain insulting. It infers that sense and decency come from relegion. I don’t need some etchings from Moses to know what’s good and sensible. Common sense, as its name reveals, is common- most everybody has it. Jew or otherwise. Just because I don’t want some religious script thrown in my face every which way I go doesn’t mean I’ve no common sense.

And what do you mean “as churches became businesses”? They’ve always been businesses. Even worse, they’ve always been centers of political agendas. The true base of spirituality is not a church, it is the heart. (Wow, that’s some deep Hallmark shit I just came up with – Lifetime Channel here I come!)

The burglar thing: Anbody can file a civil suit against you for anything in the US. The ridiculous suits – like the burglar one – end up getting dropped. Its good that they don’t limit the complaints of the people (burglars are people too!). If they did then the judicial system and precedents would never progress. The fact that people can make legal cases that are not mainstream is one of the reasons why the US has one of the most developed and continually progressing legal systems in the world. You make a case, if its stupid it’ll get dropped. If you have a case it can ago all the way up to the supreme court and possibly change the law. Awesome!

Hot coffee: You could look at it as the woman ‘failed to realized that a cup of coffee was hot’ and was awarded a huge settlement. I look at it as a woman spilled hot coffee on herself and noticed that there was a deficiency in beverage labeling laws. As a result of her discovery and her pursuit to improve labeling laws, she was awarded a large sum of money. If I ever meet that woman I wouldn’t go “Stupid bitch with no common sense!” I’d say “You go girl! All this time, nobody has had enough sense to make beverage companies warn us that their products could be dangerously hot, and you made money offa it! Lucky bitch!” Coffee’s hot? That’s hot!

And what’s wrong with knowing my rights? You want to strip me of them? And sometimes, I am a victim, but I’m a victim who wants to become a survivor. And without laws and right set to protect me I’m always going to be just a victim.

And so: I’m not going to attend Common Sense’s funeral because he’s not dead. I’m afraid you’ve misidentified the corpse. A time when sexual harassment was fine, when you couldn’t speak up for fear of being ridiculed for having no sense: That’s Retardation. Common Sense and Retardation aren’t even related.

Rejoice! Common Sense isn’t dead, he’s alive and well. He’s just had a facelift and some lipo that’s why you may have had some trouble recognizing him. See, just like everything else in this world Common Sense has progressed with the times, you should too.

All the weird kids know

February 10, 2008

I have 15 minutes to type up an entertaining post for you. There’s a meeting that just started- thank God I wasn’t invited. Now I have some time to kill until the end of the work day unfortunately they just blocked Facebook here- evil bastards. Or are they? According to this maybe they’re trying to save me….

Oh well, there are a ton of other things to keep me occupied on the internet. For example, I just found a website who’s aim is much like mine. Take a look at Absolute Random. Man, talk about zero tolerance…. Poor guy.


Need some new music? Listen. If you liked that, here‘s some more.


The little bong that could

Flavored bong water? (Slightly NSFW)

I don’t know why so many links I find are drug related…. Is it possible I have unresolved drug issues? I wish I did so I could go here.


How to survive a day at the office

Unusual uses for ordinary things


Okay, times up….