This post is going to be a little different then my usual. There isn't a song for what I'm about to say, I really wish there was.
Why oh why do politicions feel the need to mix religion and the running of a country? I like living in a country in which our supereme leader doesn't have "Shah" or "father" as a title to their name. Every day it becomes more and more clear that the apperent moral purity of a candidate is more important than their actual effectiveness as a leader. Don't get me wrong, religion is a benificial concept in most cases, but where that relationship breaks down is in the running of a free country. I abhor to use an extreme hypothetical argument, but imagine a country where we lived EXACTLY by one denomination or anothers' interpretation of the bible. No birth control. Check. An eye for an eye. Check. End of science as we know it. Check. These are not good things to deal with. I respect any religion's right to worship as they please, but I don't respect that right when it infringes on my freedom. We have a book of law that we follow, and it isn't called the Bible. Morality is a subjective concept and what "the leader" may think is morally objectionable, i may not. I enjoy my freedoms as much as the next american and I refuse to allow any person to subject their morals on me. If you want religion, go to church. If you want a free country, keep those people out of the system.
(P.S. Don't take this as an admonition against religion, only against religious rule.)
Monday, February 6, 2012
It seems like I've been gone from this blog forever but it honestly hasn't been that long. I haven't been posting not because I haven't wanted to but because honestly... I didn't have enough collective brain cells to do it. Since last Thursday, the days have been somewhat of a collective, alcoholic, blur. Which brings me to dubstep. You're thinking well now that doesn't make sense... But it does. Think of dubstep, the pounding rhythems, unnatrual sounds, the sudden silence. That is what a weekend at Texas Tech should be. Hard, fast, and full of blanks (hopefully just from the incessent partying and alcohol). My bud Jacob calls dubstep the ultimate trend music; heard only at parties and clubs, and where that kind of lifestyle is the norm. This weekend has taught me that parties and dubstep are similar things, to be listened to/done only in moderation because, come monday, you still got the rest of college life to deal with. But damn was that a fun weekend hah.
P.S. Still got a hangover.
P.S. Still got a hangover.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I was recently driving around Lubbock doing random college-y things (buying plastic cups, monster and ping pong balls) when Cold Desert by The Kings of Leon came up on my ipod. If you don't live in west Texas you don't understand, but Lubbock is a cold dry place. I'm pretty sure its the only place in the country where you can get a Haboob (huge sandstorm for those laughing at a word with 'boob' in it) and a blizzard within about 3 months of eachother. The song reminds me of those hours right before a party or event where most people just hang out and prep for the insuing insanity, the calm before the storm. To be honest there isn't much to do in Lubbock unless you're working, studying, or partying, so there's some empty time where you just have to find things to do or sit and think, hopefully not even more about school. It's a good thing to have empty time, college kids get overworked, and not only from school but from social stuff. Every once in a while you just gotta kick back and play some tunes or something so you don't go crazy. Work hard, play harder, and keep on jammin'
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Well, this is the first entry of my accidentally self-imposed blogging career, and I don't quite know how to start this, so I'll go ahead and explain why I'm doing this. This blog is the whimsical result of my Tech. Writing professor Dr. Schafer, who's benign wrath I seem to have brought upon myself by, oddly enough, asking for help. Seems like an odd way to teach huh? Asking a strung out college student to write about his frantic dealings during the craziest time of anybodies life. But, it can't be helped, and since I got myself into this by being afraid of writing, I might as well waltz right in, ignorantly arrogant of what it means to be a blogger.