I was reading Reyna Elena’s blog and the blog owner is ranting over a blogger at the site of Filipino Voice and he want to know the credentials,now na!
After reading this, Reyna Elena wrote that she got the feeling that we are getting disillusioned with the idea so called unfriendly salvo. Actually, it’s not so. It is still the most efficient way of blogging, living and working. Reyna Elena questioned whether we are angry and pessimistic. We are not angry with our lunatic bloggers at all who wood laminated there MA,PHD diploma, I do not feel they took advantage of us. I did not mean to start those fires. No, it’s just that I recognize that cooperation and compromise are difficult arts for the sane. For the insane, they are impossible.
The blogger made no difference with politicians,religious cults,drug pushers Jueting lord etc,etc,etc. What do these people all have in common? They are all jerks of course! A jerk is very similar to an asshole, just slightly less derogatory. Jerks are known to make offensive comments and show a general disrespect to others for no in particular reason. Webster’s dictionary defines a jerk as “a foolish, rude, or contemptible person”. Jerks are a leading cause of problems in the community. It is a proven fact that majority of all fights are started because one participant is a jerk and most of all arguments are because one participant is a jerk. With numbers like these, it is not hard to see why controlling the population of jerks has become such an important issue today.
The problem of jerks has plagued our fragile society for many decades. When one jerk dies, another” Dork” rises to take his place. No one knows if this vicious cycle will ever end, we can only hope and drink… lots of drinking. While jerk prevention and destruction techniques are currently in place, they still need to be perfected. It is likely that jerks will still walk this earth for many years to come likes some sort of vulgar zombie creature that feeds off the figurative flesh of man which is their fragile ego.
Dork and Jerks, I must admit it, CD bloggers are worried about inviting you here. We have seen some loose eggs rolling our way, we have had our crazies. You, no doubt, are a very nice person. Problem is, quite a few very nice persons have damaged brains, and will manage to make life very difficult for everyone around them. So, if a shrink has advised you that you are suffering from paranoid schizophrenia or from bipolar affective disorder and the like, and if you think that your shrink is a jerk, we are ready for compromise: your shrink may very well be a jerk, but you still do have some loose wiring up there. Wiring that needs a little soldering job. So maybe you don’t believe in medical solder: in that case we are not going to allow you to afflict us all with your little brain short circuit. In other words, if you are “different” but you do not want to take the little yellow pills your shrink prescribed, we do not want you here.
Now suppose you come here as a cool and pleasant person, taking your pills every day, and we like you, and we invite you to come back. So you move in, and one happy day you decide, on your own, without medical advice, to go back to lunacy and quit taking your medication. If you do that, you go back home. Lunacy not allowed here. Low level weirdness, like taking food from the pantry and hoarding it in your cabin, in our experience may just be a first sign. Where once we had friendly discussions we might get screaming scenes. You might become convinced that we are looking at you wrong. If we dare to tell you, that the way you are installing the roofing allows the wood underneath it to get wet, instead of thanks for the tip, we might get rage. Thinking that your friends want to put you down, that they are out to to get you, that’s a kind of thinking shared by drunks and by people off their medication. If the radio has personal messages for you, if you can affect the weather, if you are touched by evil eye, if you are under surveillance, if you suspect radio transmitters were implanted on you, if the CIA boys are following you, you can rest assured: we will at once report your arrival to our Special Friends. Over there, just past them there hills, you might be able to hear them humming, buzzing in the distance, they are hovering, listen, yes, it’s Them, in their Black Helicopters. No problem, they will take you back to ward 101 at physco institution.
As for stupid people, we worry about the arrival of missionaries who bring us freedom and democracy. They travel from far away at great expense and discomfort. They are kind, they are eager to bring us civilization, teaching us to use pliers as wrenches and wrenches as hammers. They want to prove to us that finish sanders can well be used as wood shapers, fine cleavers as hatchets, and wood chisels as cold chisels. They are ready to show us that carpets belong underneath wood stoves, that a couple of fleas is no serious problem, that water does not really crack pipes when it freezes. “It might happen, but it won’t happen to our water pipes.” “Why not?” “Trust me, it won’t happen here.” Our Amish neighbours can go away for a weekend and leave their house, store, cash box, and barnful of animals in the hands of their teenage kids. Our other neighbours would not dream of doing that, because their sons and daughters, just like you, our lovely prospective visitors, are the result of a modern educational system. Schooling and therapy praise and encourage confidence in one’s own innate wisdom. We tremble at the thought of having to meet your innate wisdom. We cringe in fear, hoping not to hear the line, “Trust me,” from a real cool and confidence-inspiring guy who has decided to turn our dirt-floor cellar into a… laundry room. The cellar has no drain system for the wash water. No problem, our cool guy intends to overcome any merely physical obstacle in his path. The decision has been made, he will see the project through, he will move a 30 inch washing machine down the stairs and through a 29 inch doorway. “It will fit fine, but if there was a problem, I would just take out the door frame.” The door frame, by the way, is 150 years old, very solidly built, and they did not use screws to build it. Whether you are eighteen or in your fifties, would you please leave your inner child at home? It’s that spoiled brat who knows what the priorities should be in his own as well as in other people’s lives. He has the poise of the statesman and the gift of command. He will argue with geese, with the car brakes, and with the weather. He will test himself in arguments with policemen, he will find a challenge in lumber-stretching projects. That inner child might throw a fit if we don’t buy into a physics-denying project of his, and is seldom available when work needs to be done, especially before 3pm. Leave him home, please.
CD is not a therapeutic site. This ain’t no politically correct blog. If you want silence, if you want to be a hermit, it’s feasible. We have very few social pressures here. If you don’t want to come to meetings but you are doing your share, it’s fine. If you are scaring people with your weirdness, it’s not fine. If you are sick in the head and deny it, we do not want you. If you see angels, we shall be inspired. If you talk to angels, we shall marvel. If you argue with angels, we shall make discreet inquiries. If you scream at angels, if you have to fight back angels with bat wings, then we will ship you off, to be crazy elsewhere.
Commenter who make these site to vent frustration because “it’s the language of error.” You know what–I know people at Stanford who do this of their own free will, too, so let me not just blame them. This is so absurd. It’s like putting one of those propeller hats on a submarine because you think it will improve its speed. If you are worried about competing in the global economy, try to get good at what you do and meet people.
DON’T TRY TO LEARN A LANGUAGE OF A CULTURE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND JUST SO THAT YOU CAN TALK TO “THOSE PEOPLE” ON ONE HYPOTHETICAL DAY. GOD DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL!
Post-hoc analyses of written works that are completely WRONG, yet sound sophisticated enough to pass muster and even sound insightful. I’ve written things where people analyzed my work, saying it took an amazingly sophisticated postmodern look at viral-marketing techniques. I don’t even know what post-modern means!!! Ok, the whole last part about people ever reading my stuff is a lie, but you know what I mean.