Stuff: Fuck religion, fuck politics, hell, fuck everyone.


In 66 years, we went from the first airplane to landing someone on the moon. The Apollo program did in 10 years what should have taken 40. They had to invent a new form of spaceflight that could get a vehicle to hit a moving target 240,000 miles away, which, in case you were wondering, is about 10…

Thanks to misguidedpassions for reblogging my article! This is one of yours I liked.

Maybe it’s time we stop worrying about who’s straight and who’s not, who’s Christian, Jewish, or agnostic, who has similar interests as us. That pale blue dot is the only home we have. It’s about time we learned to get over our differences and live in harmony. There will always be people who disagree with you. Until we can manage that, we won’t be able to move past this dying planet, and our species and every one of our cultures will die and be destroyed. It may not be your culture or your beliefs or your political ideologies that end up surviving when life on our home planet becomes impossible, but if we don’t stop arguing among ourselves, none of our cultures will persist, and we will end up extinct. 

Thanks to misguidedpassions for reblogging my article! This is one of yours I liked.


Maybe it’s time we stop worrying about who’s straight and who’s not, who’s Christian, Jewish, or agnostic, who has similar interests as us. That pale blue dot is the only home we have. It’s about time we learned to get over our differences and live in harmony. There will always be people who disagree with you. Until we can manage that, we won’t be able to move past this dying planet, and our species and every one of our cultures will die and be destroyed. It may not be your culture or your beliefs or your political ideologies that end up surviving when life on our home planet becomes impossible, but if we don’t stop arguing among ourselves, none of our cultures will persist, and we will end up extinct. 

Apr 3

To everyone who thinks anarchists only want to be able to get away with illegal activities, fuck you

I have friends who are anarchists. I also have friends who are everywhere else on the political spectrum. There’s not a single political view I can think of that is represented by someone I immediately know and openly communicate with on a first name basis. And the anarchists are by far the nicest group I know.

Anarchism is about having the freedom to do whatever you want to make you happy. That means not everyone will agree with it, but dammit, it’s your life, and if it makes you happy, you can do it. The lines get blurred when other people’s happiness is on the line. But for most things that are illegal, it should be a personal freedom. Want to smoke? Feel free. Want to drink? Feel free. Want to shoot up heroin? Feel free. That’s your choice, not anyone else’s. And as long as it only affects you, or affects others in ways they wish to be, then you can do it. And it doesn’t matter if I don’t agree with it. From my experience, anarchists will help you do whatever it is that makes you happy, regardless of their own thoughts on the subject. They may talk to you about it, but they won’t stop you.

I have a friend who has a strained relationship with his father. It was as far away from nurturing as you could get without being abusive. And his mother rarely does anything to support him. He was treated pretty much as slave labor until the day he turned 18. That being said, he did whatever he could to get out of that house and distract himself from the immediate problems in front of him. And naturally, like any teenager, he ranted on Facebook. You could point out which political ideals people held by their comments. Instead of helping, they’d only say he needed to work through his problems, and that it could be worse. Nothing about the specific situations, only that saying the most generic thing would make them feel like they fulfilled their quota of helping people that week. As if they could then sleep at night knowing they helped someone, and be blissfully ignorant of how little it helped, and even hurt in some circumstances. Then enter the anarchists. We gave him what we could. Numerous of my anarchist friends let him sleep on either their floor, couch, or even in their bed. We also helped feed him every now and then. While he wanted to remain independent, sometimes it was necessary to spot him a few bucks or throw him a bone. We gave him somewhere safe. We gave him somewhere his problems couldn’t reach him. And we let him do what he wanted. Different people have different mechanisms of coping. His was turning to drugs. Not to the point that it dominated his life, or even that he was working only to pay for them, but that it helped take the edge off. I think there are much better alternatives to turn to. Did I stop him? No. Every now and then I’d even watch over him to make sure he was safe while doing so. Every now and then I would mention perhaps finding a different coping mechanism, but didn’t force my beliefs on him. I talked to him rationally about his habits, and different methods he could turn to. When he didn’t take my advice, I still helped him. I still watched out for him, and still gave him a place to sleep every now and then.

The people who said problems should be talked about and worked through weren’t completely wrong. Problems can sometimes be fixed by talking. And yes, his life could be much worse. But he doesn’t want to hear that. When we knew something was wrong, we’d talk about the specific problems, suggesting ways to improve the situation. Every now and then, we’d even help him with some of the things his father tasked him. Many of my friends helped with yard work, and just other things he needed help with. We would talk to him, and we did help in any way we could, but we made an effort to see the problem through, and make sure when we left, he was in a better situation.

That doesn’t apply to only friends. Someone down the street from me was physically beat by his grandfather last week. I don’t talk to him much, but I told him if he ever needed anything, he was free to call or even drop by my house at any hour of the day. That I’d help give him rides places, help with food, or even give him a place to sleep. So far, he hasn’t needed help. He’s being strong and pushing through it. But the offer will stand for as long as he needs it.

That’s an offer that will stand to anyone I meet. If I see someone who needs help, I will help in whatever way I can.

I have another friend who goes to school in New York. He started going to Occupy Wall Street on a regular basis. The next part of this story may not be entirely accurate, but from stories I’ve heard, this seems to be what happened. The police came and were arresting someone even though they weren’t disturbing the peace. He stood up for that person. He ended up being arrested. He may only have stood up for that person because they had similar political ideals. But I’d like to believe he’d do that for anyone. I certainly would.

People have different shit they have to put up with in life. And as an anarchist, I make it a habit to try and help everyone get where ever they want to be in life. If that’s just getting through each day, or some long-term goal, I will help whenever possible. Not everyone has a life that provides the opportunities to get them where they want to be. This may be the land of opportunity, but it’s greatly segregated. And it’s our duty to spread opportunity to everyone. And that’s every opportunity. If they want to go to Harvard, raise a family of 10, or even deal drugs, they should have every opportunity to do that.

So to everyone who thinks anarchists only want to do drugs, steal, rape, and murder: fuck you. To everyone who thinks anarchists are people who aren’t content with living by rules: fuck you. To everyone who thinks anarchists are simply immature, rebellious teenagers: fuck you. To everyone who wants to oppress others’ rights simply because it doesn’t agree with their own views: fuck you.

I can say I’ve made an immediate impact on those around me. I’ve helped people with goals that directly contrasted my own because dammit, it’s their right to do that. I’ve sacrificed nights, my bed, my money, and even risked being arrested for the sake of others who had view points I may not have agreed with, but because I believed they had every right to pursue those goals.

Can you say you’ve done that? 

I don’t like protesting

Needless to say, I don’t like protesting. That might come as a shock, but there are a lot of other things I’d rather do with my life than endure the elements, have things thrown at me, and have bigots shout at me about how wrong my beliefs are. Truth be told, all I want to do is live. But that’s why I protest. Living the life I want becomes increasingly harder due to government.

I live in constant fear of what I say because of the government. Everything that’s posted on the Internet, every call you make, and every text you send is monitored. (http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2012/03/ff_nsadatacenter/) And the government is making a lot of progress in finding the patterns in what you say. They’re also getting a lot better at getting through the encryption you might use to defend yourself against them. I don’t want to live my life in constant fear that everything I say is being watched. It’s not that I’m going out and scoring drugs or doing illegal things, it’s just that I’d like some privacy in my life. I have a lot of very sarcastic friends. It comes from being raised in a sarcastic household. When me and my friends tell our parents what we’re doing, we’ll say things like “scoring crack” or “picking up hookers” and they know we’re kidding. When it’s in person, it doesn’t matter. But we also text them these things every now and then, and between friends, we’ll talk about these things. That’s not a good place to be in when the government goes snooping around, because they might one day come up to our doors and ask us to come with them. Furthermore, there are a lot of things that people say in private. In more recent times, texting, calling, and messaging over the Internet has become much more commonplace. People do say intimate things over the Internet or phone lines. I’m sure the government doesn’t care what I’m saying to family or friends, but the fact that they have access to it is unsettling. What happens if they do decide to snoop around me and my friends for the sarcastic inside jokes we have? Where will they draw the line? Will they find out intimate details about me?

Even then, the government isn’t perfect. We’ve seen from Wikileads that not everything is secret. Or what happens if another government tries to gather the data ours has collected? After being transmitted around, it could very well become available to everyone. Maybe it will be encrypted still, and maybe they’ll try to take it down, but someone could very well access all of that information.

I want to live my life. I don’t want to steal from people or murder, nor do I even have any desire to do illegal drugs. But so much of what we do is regulated by the government. I’m required by law to take certain classes, to pass certain tests. Education is a good thing, don’t get me wrong, but there are certain things I don’t give a damn about. In Florida, there’s something called the Gordon Rule. College students are required to take a set amount of classes that involve intensive writing. For English majors, getting those classes is extremely easier. For engineering majors, it’s hard. And let’s face it: getting into college means you’ve written essays for the SAT, and college applications. It’s not that people can’t write. Freshman English is also required. That counts as Gordon Rule, but only 2. If someone truly doesn’t know how to write, they’ll be able to by the end of that class, assuming they pass. If they don’t, they have to retake it. And we’re even required to take BS classes. My sister is a computer science major, and she took a class on Seminole Indians as one required liberal arts course. Because of credit hour costs, if you go over a certain amount, you’re no longer given in-state tuition costs. Which means if she wants to take every undergraduate computer science course there, she’ll be well over that limit, and end up paying a significant amount more than she would if she didn’t have to take those liberal arts classes. Instead, she’s given options to take certain computer science courses as electives, and won’t end up taking all of them. So instead of having a computer science major understand more about computers, it’s more important for her to know very specific details about the Seminole Indians.

Not even educators are happy about the changes. I’ve heard almost every teacher complain about the recent changes in the education system. They don’t support the quantity of standardized testing. Heaven forbid, we can’t let the educators decide how to manage the education system. Instead people who often have no more knowledge of the education system than when they were on the receiving end years and years ago make the decision. And the decisions are often detrimental to the school system’s success. Florida doesn’t have a very good education system. And it’s predominantly controlled by government. We had FCAT long before no-child left behind. It clearly didn’t do much to help the education system.

The moral I’m trying to get at here is people should be allowed to live their life. There are people who want to do certain things with their life, and certain people who don’t. It should be entirely up to the person what they do with their life. I believe every person has a right to do whatever they want with their life, as long as it doesn’t stop another person from doing what they want. If you want to smoke, drink, or shoot heroin, be my guest. But if you shouldn’t then drive afterwards, because then you put other people in danger, and could ruin what they want to do. I don’t think that’s a great way to live life, and I’d be extremely upset if a close friend or family member chose to spend their life that way, but dammit, they should have every right to live that life if they want to.


Although this is probably not a view you’d think an anarchist would have, and a lot of people would probably disagree with, this is something I believe in, and that I think needs to be said.

I don’t support alcohol.

The feedback I see getting from this is something along the lines that plenty of people can drink responsibly, and understand moderation. But from my point of view, as a student, drinking isn’t exactly a healthy pastime for most people I know.

Here are some statistics. 95% of violent crime on college campuses is alcohol related. 90% of reported campus rape involved alcohol use by the assailant, victim, or both. (Focus on the Family, Understanding the Drugs Teens Use http://www.focusonyourchild.com/health/art1/A0001016.html)

Those aren’t happy statistics.

Alcohol also has tons of negative health effects. People like to talk about the correlation between red wine and heart health, but it’s only a correlation. Correlation doesn’t imply causation. Not to mention, most college students and binge drinkers aren’t have a glass or two of red wine. They’re having larger quantities of usually something with more alcohol content. There are also basic facts of alcohol consumption. Getting drunk kills brain cells. In moderation, alcohol doesn’t. But if you get to the point that you’d consider yourself drunk, you can count on the fact that you’ve killed some brain cells. And let me remind you, brain cells never regenerate. Once they’re gone, they’re gone. There’s also the problem of liver damage. When you get drunk, your liver takes quite a beating. The immediate health effects are numerous, and there are also other effects not due to the alcohol itself, but its psychological effects. When you’re drunk, you’re not yourself. You’re more likely to engage in risky behavior. Like having unprotected sex, which can lead to STD’s or unwanted pregnancy. Or doing something downright stupid. When my dad was in college he had a brilliant alcohol-induced idea to try to jump from the roof of one building to the other. Needless to say, he isn’t Spiderman. And he has a rather large scar from that. And he got lucky. Had he been a few inches off, he would’ve fallen 3 or so stories, and had more than a cut that needed stitches. Hell, I might not be here.

The last point of this is completely about social drinking. Almost every frat and sorority party, plenty of high school parties, and plenty of other social gatherings are based around getting drunk. If it weren’t for the alcohol, there wouldn’t be a party. I don’t see the point. You’re accomplishing nothing by having a party where the beer is the life of the party. And not everything has to accomplish something. I do things just for shits and giggles, but the difference is the next morning I can remember exactly what I did, what led up to that event, and what the consequences were. I mean, if you need alcohol to have fun, I think you should seriously reconsider your life. I can think of plenty of people who can have a good time without having to use alcohol.

If you believe in freedom of speech, you believe in freedom of speech for views you don’t like.

- Noam Chomsky, Manufacturing Consent: Noam Chomsky and the Media, 1992