Nobody Cares if You Say “Merry Christmas” (A response to Prager University)

Well, the month of December is upon us, and we have another conservative outlet who is telling us that Christmas is under attack and has to be defended by the stalwart “patriots” who are going to keep America strong.  By, you know, complaining about the biggest First World Problems ever.  For example – Christmas is under attack!  Did you not know that?!  Us EVIL left-leaning people are trying to destroy this beautiful symbol of Corporate America, with only the most insanely-devoted Christians legitimately giving a shit about the Jesus nonsense that has been proven not to be true.  The reality is that Christmas as we understand it is just the old Romans not wanting to give up the winter solstice celebration that had been part of culture for hundreds of years.  So the bullshit artists of religion decided to get together and say that their savior was born on that day, and make up two equally-convoluted stories to justify his birth on that day being a giant plot-hole from previous works of the Bible.

Yeah, that’s the narrative that the conservatards of Prager University have cooked up, in the latest retarded-ass video that they have graced us with, because they need to tell their echo chamber that their precious holiday is under attack.  I’ll have the video posted here, so no one can say that I’m taking anything out of context, then we’ll talk about it.

Butthurt conservatives first assertion is that it used to be totally cool to say Merry Christmas, but now all of us EVIL left-leaning people say happy holidays.  I’m going to debunk the majority of this entire video in two points that I’m going to make.

First, NO ONE cares if you say Merry Christmas.  I’m left-leaning as fuck, and I couldn’t possibly care less if you say “Merry Christmas” to me.  Hell, I’ll even say it back to you.  I work at the most thankless job in the world, and even the assholes who call in every day have started saying nice holiday greetings and I return them in kind.  There isn’t a single person out there who legitimately gives a fuck about the statement of “Merry Christmas.”  I am so fucking sick of this narrative that isn’t backed up by a single substantive piece of evidence.  This octogenarian fuck pulled it right out of his ass, just like every conservative pundit who wants to capitalize on how stupid their audience is.  And you have bumper stickers like (and I’m not shitting you.  I wish I had gotten a picture), “want to offend a liberal?  Say ‘Merry Christmas’ to them.”  Yeah, I’m really hurt by a greeting that is part of the cultural lexicon in EVERY fucking part of the country.

Where did this idea that us left-leaning people hate this statement come from?  I have looked back, and the first time I started really hearing about it was around the time Obama became President.  During the Bush years, nobody gave a shit.  I was a little young during the Clinton years, so if this was some big issue then, I didn’t see it.  If anyone remembers back that far, let me know.  It really gained steam during the Obama administration.  Before that, people used both terms interchangeably without anyone giving the remotest shit.

Second – the statement of “Happy Holidays” didn’t come up at some snub for Christmas.  For those who are capable of paying attention, it is said because it includes all kinds of holidays.  Not just Christmas, Hanukkah or Kwanzaa (nobody celebrates Kwanzaa.  Nobody), but also Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and New Year’s.  It is an easy, all-encompassing statement for the holiday season.  Since the reality is that Christmas exists as a corporate holiday, Corporate America needed a simple phrase that is easy to put on posters around the store and in advertisements.  Boom, they got it.  That’s it.  This Prager fuck doesn’t pay attention to ANYTHING approaching history.  He’s a conservative, though.  Aside from the positions that suck America off (so much of this country is one giant circle-jerk), their knowledge of history is dismal at best.

Now that we’ve cleared up the bulk of the points in his video, let’s tackle one of my favorite bits of conspiracy theory that I’ve seen in some time.  The guy makes the contention that us atheists are secretly trying to enforce some secular government.  Here’s where I get to surprise some people – yeah, actually, I would love to see a secular government.  But this guy actually thinks that us atheists are trying to do that through the usage of a this phrase.  That’s the level of stupid we’re working with here.  This guy is too wealthy to actually believe his own bullshit, so I figure this is just to keep the money flowing in from the people who are easily-manipulated.  The secular government that I am envisioning is coming to pass simply because more and more people are leaving behind the antiquated bullshit that makes up religion.  It’s a bygone belief structure that was started by a bunch of people who were just looking for a way to control people.

Religion is outdated in an age where we can take all the knowledge of the human race and put it in their hand.  We don’t need to wonder about the nature of the world anymore.  Science has shown us that nothing about the world’s existence requires some magical man in the sky who seems to have an awful lot of human characteristics, such as anger, vengeance, and genocidal rage, to name a few.  If this man actually believes that me and mine are trying to upend the religious section of society with this stupid statement, then these idiots clearly aren’t paying attention.

The guy concludes by urging his dim-witted audience to keep saying “Merry Christmas.”  Yeah, because us lefties are going to be totally destroyed by it!  The horror!  Or I’ll just say it back and not care.  You know, like a normal person.

Until next time, a quote,

“Stupid is a condition. Ignorance is a choice.” -Wiley Miller

Peace out,

Maverick

Lucien’s First Take: Death Stranding – Teaser Trailer

Rather unceremoniously, we see another preview for Hideo Kojima’s latest game that will be exclusive for the PS4 and PS4 Pro.  And just like last time, there isn’t a single ounce of gameplay in the entire thing, and I can’t help but be hopelessly engrossed.  Only Kojima can make a trailer that pretty much shows nothing about the game, yet none-the-less gets everyone totally hooked.  This man has shown to take a lot of inspiration from Hollywood, and nowhere is that more apparent than in this trailer.  Sony was SO smart in getting him to come on-board with their company.  I can only imagine what that conversation was like.  I figure it involved them throwing huge piles of money at the man.  It worked, and now we have a new game that if I could hope for it to come out next year, it would be right at the top of my list.  Let’s take a look at this new trailer that just dropped without a lot of pomp and circumstance.

Well, what have we here?  Another trailer showing off this game having some serious star power.  The last trailer showed that Kojima and Norman Reedus are still tight.  Now we see that Mads Mikkelsen is in this game.  Let’s talk about this trailer.  There is a lot to unpack.

We start out seeing a short, stocky, clearly chubby guy trying to sneak his way into a dark tunnel.  He’s carrying something, but we don’t see what.  As he gets to the tunnel, there seems to be some kind of battle raging overhead.  With whom?  We don’t know.  We see some WWII-era fighter jets flying around.  That’s pretty cool.  The guy seems nervous about the fighting, but clearly has somewhere that he needs to go.  Just as he is about to enter the tunnel, he stops.  Above him, we see a tank moving.  But something is very wrong with this tank.  It has disgusting tendrils coming out of it.  Makes me think back to the infested bases in Starcraft.  Trailing behind are some soldiers.  Are they infested too?

Our protagonist looks very nervous, but then looks down at what he is carrying.  It appears to be some sort of machine.  He plugs in something to it, and we see a baby being suspended inside.  Is that the baby we saw from the original trailer with Norman Reedus?  Who can say.  Dude seems to be feeling a lot more sure of himself, though, and starts heading into the dark tunnel.  However, just as he is, we zoom down the tunnel.  All the way down, to where a bunch of soldiers are approaching.  They appear to be hooked up to some guy.  Who is this guy?  Why are these soldiers hooked to him with tendrils?  That’s ominous.  Then, in a spectacular reveal, we see that it’s Mads Mikkelsen!  And he is looking all badass and messed up, because the tendrils are coming out of him.  What is his story?  Is he possessed by something?  Is he the one doing the possessing?  Impossible to say, but I can’t wait to find out.

The visuals in this are in a league of their own, but it’s more the feel of this.  I am in love with the style of this game.  I said in the post I did about the first trailer at this year’s E3 that it is Lovecraftian as fuck, and I still mean that.  We have another ocean, with weird, fish-like creatures taking control of the people in this world.  Yeah, that’s straight out of Lovecraft’s works.  I am so stoked for this game.  I cannot WAIT to see what the gameplay is like.  If Kojima takes the lessons he learned from Metal Gear Solid V and applies them here, then we are almost-guaranteed to have an incredible game that rocks everyone’s world.

Sony made a damn good investment with Kojima.  Whatever he ends up putting out, I know for a fact that it will blow away all expectations.  Hopefully you all are as excited as me.  Granted, I am getting more antsy to see gameplay, but I am almost positive that that will be the final hit that Sony has at next year’s E3.  Hopefully it will also include a release date.

Initial Verdict
8 out of 10

Peace out,

Maverick

A Hard Question

Another long day comes to an end.  I put Ellie to bed and now was settling in to watch some news before going to bed.  My days of being a journalism student in college still catch up to me.  The urge to keep informed about what is happening in the world.  Another Presidential election over.  The infotainment that is cable news has to find some new thing to milk into the ground with the fact-free reporting that they do.  The modern Fourth Estate is a joke.  I truly do believe in what it was supposed to represent, but now it is just a shadow of what the great journalists fought for.  When Edward R. Murrow took on Joseph McCarthy, when Walter Cronkite took on the government over the Vietnam War, when Ted Koppel took on the government over the Iran hostage crisis, they fought for what the news was supposed to mean.  But they were gone.  Sorry if I preached, but I still think about things like that, even now.
They said that becoming a dad would totally change me.  Sure, it changed my routine and how I look at the choices I make, but it didn’t magically turn me into a curmudgeon who is uber-conservative and believes that liberals are stupid.  I still believe the things that I believed then.  Only difference is that now I get to try and be the best dad that I can be while believing what I do.  I have taken a hard stance that I want to impart my values in a way where I give all sides their due.  I wasn’t going to teach my little girl what to think, but rather how to think, and let her come to her own conclusions.  Sure, it meant that for a while there, she believed that her deity was Santa Claus, but now she is at the top of her class and is the smartest child I have ever met.  Makes me wish she could see her.  I look at the pics on the wall, and my mind goes back.

I met her when I was in college.  The two of us immediately clicked.  Our weirdness meshed so well, and we were fast friends.  For a few years, life was good.  We would go out, have dinner, go to movies, see random things that happened in town that got both of our attention.  Was even dragged to a couple cultural festivals by the girl.  I was always a little apprehensive about going to things like that.  So different and random.  Really was my father’s son.  He hated new things, and would complain up to the point that he actually was there.  After that, once he was in the middle of whatever it was, he was enjoying himself.  Made for vacations where my mother would have to put up with him complaining all the way there, but I could tell that she knew that it would be worth it once he was there, just as excited as the rest of us.
One night, at a Japanese culture festival, the two of us were sitting and eating some noodles.  It was fantastic.  There was music playing and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.  That’s when I look over, wanting to say something to her, but she is already looking at me.  A look in her eyes, telling me that she had been looking at me for a while.  We just look into one-another’s eyes, and I don’t need to say anything else.  Her hand goes to my cheek, and I move in closer.  Each movement brings new rounds of butterflies inside that are driving me crazy, but I don’t stop.  Then our faces are so close.  When did this person who was nothing but a friend to me become something more?  I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.  Everything about this moment felt right.  Our lips met, in a soft embrace that I never wanted to end.  It was the first night that I felt like I was living since high school, where my last relationship ended.
It’s five years later.  We’re at the church that she grew up in.  I’m not a religious person, but she is.  I can put aside how I feel about it all, because this makes her and her family happy.  I’m saying “I do,” and tears are going down her face.  We embrace again, and everything is wonderful.
Two more years later, and we are pregnant.  She is so excited.  I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared out of my wits.  We both have good jobs.  Money isn’t something to be afraid of.  We made sure that we were ready before taking this step.  But even with all of that, I’m still scared to death.  What does it mean to be a dad?  Both of my parents have advice for me.  Hell, everyone has advice for me.  The entire fucking world is suddenly an expert on having children.  Not helping.  Not one bit.
We are sitting in a room, listening to a doctor.  She is telling us that my wife has cancer.  Due to the pregnancy, it is making her immune system weakened.  It just happened to come in at the right time.  My wife is scared for the baby, but the doctor said that it hasn’t gone to her reproductive system.  Facing her own mortality, the first thing she thinks about is the baby.  Admirable.  I wonder why.  I just want to save her.  The options we have are limited.  We can’t do chemo with the baby in there.  We’d kill it.  By the time the baby is done, it might be too late for more radical treatments.  It’s already in the second stage.  My wife is crying.  I think I am too.  Hard to tell.  My whole body feels numb.
It’s just after dawn when she goes into labor.  I get her to the car and drive like a bat out of hell to the hospital.  It’s not close.  She looks terrible.  The treatments for cancer that are safe, along with the progression are making her so sick.  So scared that delivering the baby will be dangerous.  Told her to do a c-section.  It’s safe, easy, and then it’s over.  She says no.  Wants to deliver this thing the normal way.  Stubborn woman.  Stupidly stubborn.  What’s the point of doing things that way if it’s an unnecessary risk?!
Being right never feels like a victory, for me.  I am watching as my baby is being wheeled away, while they get the crash cart.  Over and over, they attempt to restart her heart.  It doesn’t work.  Holding my newborn daughter in my arms, I watch my wife die.  What should be the most wonderful night of my life is when my heart is breaking.  I have so much that I have to do, only difference is that now I have to do it all on my own.  Never have I felt more alone.

My eyes open, as I see a light at the top of the stairs.  Down the stairs she comes.  Sitting up, I see that the TV had turned itself off due to inactivity.
“Dad, you up?” a voice calls.
“Yeah, in the living room.”
In her flannel pjs, I see the girl coming over.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
The look on her face, it’s concern, but awkward.  “I heard a noise, from down here.  I think you were talking in your sleep.  Heard you calling out to mom.”
A feeling of shame.  “Oh.  Sorry if I woke you.”
She sits down in a chair across from me on the couch.
“It’s okay.”  There is something more there.  “Can I, ask you something?”
Parent moment – she’s just shy of middle school.  The talk is coming.  Anytime I hear that question, I know that the big one is coming.
“Sure, kiddo.”
Looks down at the floor, then back up at me.  “Do you blame me, for happened to mom?”
It hurts.  I am physically hurting because of that question.  Not because it offends me or something, but because I have to wonder how long she has been carrying that question around in her head.  The girl was always eager to please, her whole life.  Anytime that I wasn’t at work, she would be where I am, doing whatever I do.  To this day, she still is like that.  Part of me thought that it was just a kid bonding with their parent, but maybe it was her trying to atone for what she feels like is her fault.  Maybe this is a talk I should have had with her a long time ago.
“Never!  What happened to your mother was not your fault.  Cancer can happen to anyone, at anytime.  Lady Luck just didn’t shine on her, is all.  It happens to all of us.”  Was that the right way to say it?
Tears started flowing down her face.  “I hear you, but you kept calling out to her, over and over.  You said, ‘don’t leave me.’  How can I not think that you don’t at least blame me a little for what happened to her?”
I motioned for her to sit down next to me.  “Now, don’t you go thinking that way!”  She got over and I put my arm around her.  “You coming into my life was the greatest day of my life.  Your mom was willing to risk getting sicker just so she wouldn’t have to put you in danger.  She told me that if the worst should happen, to promise that I would take care of you.  And I did.  With all my heart, I said that I would be the best dad that I could possibly be.  Not a day has gone by that I regret it.  Not one.  It was the hardest few months of my life, adjusting to taking care of you without her with me.  I needed a lot of help from grandma and grandpa.  But you are the greatest thing to ever come into my life.”  A gripping at my heart.  “And with you here, in a way, it’s like she never left us.  She’s with us both, right now, because you survived and are still here.  Never have I blamed you for what happened to her.  Not one time.  I miss her every day, but it’s not your fault.  Okay?”
All she could do is cry and burrow into me.  I held her close for a long time.  Then, I picked her up and carried her like a big cat upstairs.  Thank Groj I am such a big guy and have worked to take care of my body.  Hefted the big kid like she was nothing.  Laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her.
“Good night, baby-girl.”
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t think there is a harder question in the world I could have been asked.  Suddenly, that other talk seems a hell of a lot easier.

Until next time, a quote,

“Grief is like an ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing.  Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming.  All we can do is learn to swim.” – Vicki Harrison

Peace out,

Maverick

Your Logic about Romantic Preferences is Retarded (A response to Riley J. Dennis)

Let’s dive into the maw of stupid SJWs and dredge up this trans person with a giant Adam’s Apple.  I have talked about this creature before, but never in a proper response like this.  This chick, guy, whatever has had some very stupid opinions before, but this one takes the cake.  He/she/it is about to state that unless you are openly sexually attracted to all groups of people equally, you are discriminating.  That’s right, by having one group of people that you find more attractive, you are deliberately attacking the groups of people that you do not.  That logic is so stupid that it hurts.  I’ll let you all see this ignorant diva’s video, then we’ll talk about it.

So, first he/she/it asks if I would date a black person.  It isn’t a group I am predominately attracted to, but if a black girl got my attention and I found her attractive, absolutely.  A trans person?  Depends on how good the transition was.  Not you with your giant Adam’s Apple.  No joke, the biggest reason why I can’t decide what to describe you as is because that thing is fucking huge.  You’re like a dude in drag.  But if it were a trans woman like Blaire White, absolutely.  She’s hot as fuck.  A fat person?  That depends.  A few extra pounds, maybe even a little overweight?  Absolutely.  Obese?  Absolutely not.  I can’t be with a person who is destroying their body with their eating habits.  Sure, there are those who cannot help it, but the reality is that if a person is destroying their body because they can’t plug up the top hole, I don’t want that in my life.  The last girl I ran with was more than a few pounds overweight, but she was a fun girl.  I take people as they come.  Lastly, disabled.  Again, it depends.  I was REALLY into this girl who was so smoking hot with one leg in college.  She ran every day, and was in such good shape.  That woman was a goddess.  A one-legged goddess.  As for somebody with Down Syndrome, probably not.  I have my preferences, and so do you.

He/she/it then postulates that it’s a race thing (of course it is), and that if you don’t like every ethnicity, you’re racist.  By that logic, because I don’t find women with black hair as appealing as women with red hair, I hate black-haired women.  Do you hear how stupid that is?  Then comes what is CLEARLY projection on he/she/it’s part – if you don’t want to date a trans person, it’s discriminatory.  Well, Riley, I’m sorry, but no it’s not.  See, if I’m with a girl, and we’re getting intimate, and I see that there’s a dick there, then I’m immediately turned off.  I am bi, so I am open-minded, but if I am with a girl and I expect there to be a pussy down there, and there isn’t, then I am not attracted to her anymore.  If that hurts her feelings, I genuinely am sorry.  However, if she has seen fit to either not tell me or lie to me about her being in-transition (we’re not talking about the transtrenders like Milo Stewart, though if she wasn’t so annoying, I’d hit that.  I get the feeling that once she gets past all the sjw bullshit, she’ll be a fun girl to be around), then she didn’t trust me enough to tell me before taking the step of intimacy.  Can you not see why that would be insulting to me, Riley?

I hate that he/she/it is projecting this hard.  That’s what this entire video is.  Riley was into a guy, and then he saw that Adam’s Apple and was no longer attracted to him/her/it anymore.  That’s their choice, son/daughter.  They have every right to be attracted what they are attracted to.  Let me put it to you like this – do you like men with long hair?  You are clearly into boys, so let’s get into that.  Do you like men with long hair?  Do you like men who are balding?  I’m going bald, Riley.  It sucks, and doesn’t look good.  Would you be sexually attracted to my unsightly balding features?  What’s that?  You’re not?!  Well, that’s discriminatory against men who are balding because of an autoimmune condition!  I’m offended!  Oh, right, that’s stupid.  There are plenty of women who wouldn’t care about that, because I am just at the cusp of being seven feet tall, and I take care of my body enough to stay active.  So I can overcome certain things with others.

This entire fucking video is just Riley crying the blues about people not wanting to be with him/her/it and the belief that it says something about them and their “biases” (I fucking hate that term.  Just be honest about what you mean, you fucking hypocrite.  You want to say that they are prejudiced.  Just own that and be done with it) is just a dodge to pretend that you aren’t hurting about someone not being attracted to you.  I don’t like obese women because I am not attracted to someone who abuses their body with massive quantities of food.  I’m not attracted to women with a bobcut because I think that hair style looks good on NO ONE.  I’m not attracted to bleach-blonde hair because no one’s hair is naturally that color and it also looks good on NO ONE.  The girl I am into now is curvy as fuck, and has a few extra pounds on her.  She can’t do anything about the curvy hips, she was born with it.  An awesome person, though.

And I just KNOW that when he/she/it talks about people and their “biases,” they are talking about white people.  More specifically, white men.  I bet that if some black person came up to him/her/it and said that they find white people completely unattractive, they wouldn’t have some negative reaction.  It would probably be some statement about their empowerment or about how white people were oppressive or some dumb bullshit.  I don’t know.  These SJW critiques of how other people see things always comes back to the white devil.  Whitey is an awful fucker, isn’t he?  Us honkys are just the worst.  If only we were more like Riley, who I am certain is completely romantically and sexually open to all people.  Even though, by his/her/its logic, if they aren’t attracted to women, that means that they have “biases” against them.  Or if any gay man is only attracted to men with bushy beards, they are biased against men who can’t grow facial hair.  Or if a woman is only attracted to tall women, she is biased against short women.  There is no end to the combinations I could make with this bullshit argument.  It’s just that stupid.

Until next time, a quote,

“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.” – H.L. Mencken

Peace out,

Maverick

You Are, Officially, Too Low-Hanging Fruit to Mock (A response to The Guardian)

When you see sites like The Mary Sue or the click-bait garbage fire that is BuzzFeed, you immediately realize that mocking their “articles” is a waste of time.  Why?  Because they are the lowest of the low-hanging fruit.  It’s like attacking shockofgod or VenomFangX’s videos.  We all know that they are trash.  It’s not even fun to ridicule such bullshit.  You feel like your time has been wasted and all you really got from the experience was older.  Then you have what some people believe is the higher-hanging fruit.  Kristi Winters challenged all non-sjws to go after the most rigid, academic sources and the most robust arguments that we could, in an effort to really grow as people.  Well, I can’t do that, because the sources that are supposed to have credibility are dying out, fast.  Which brings us to The Guardian.

Time was, this newspaper was regarded as an unbiased source, printing some of the most hard-hitting news, like when Edward Snowden went to them first to reveal the leaked info about the NSA.  They used to be one of the few publications telling the truth about the quagmire wars in the Middle East, while the rest of the media was sucking George Bush’s cock.  But those days are long gone.  Now we have the new Guardian.  This version is infested with sjws, and has them all writing articles, like this lovely tidbit.  I’m going to share the title with you (the link to the article will be in the title), and you can judge if this has added any value to anything in modern cultural discourse based on that.  You’re gonna love this.

The ‘tears of joy’ emoji is the worst of all – it’s used to gloat about human suffering

If you heard that title and aren’t immediately inclined to smash your head into the nearest wall, I genuinely don’t know what’s wrong with you.  This is what it’s come to.  We’re talking about emojis now.  Those stupid little things that people use the same way the Elcor do how they explain the emotion behind their statements to other species.  These stupid little things are now being equated to somehow gloating about human suffering.  Like you can’t be laughing so hard that you cry.  Nope, that never happens.  Instead, the article will go to all kinds of sjw logical leaps and bounds, like commenting on the Pepe frog, to make a contrived, bullshit point that this article is somehow indicative of people making light of human suffering.  This is the shit that I see and I can’t help but think that there’s no hope for journalism.  Because this is a mainstream publication putting this bullshit out.  Not some rag that we expect it from.  The Guardian is viewed as a respectable publication.  They have won Pulitzer’s, for fuck’s sake!  Now it’s come to this?!

The cackling grin and tears of mirth are the mockers’ attempt to tell us that, in a world full of human suffering, their brand of callous disregard is winning

What the fuck does that even mean?!  Winning?  At what?!  At not being as tinfoil hat-conspiracy nuts as you?  If so, then oh yeah, I won.  I won hard at that.  Because I don’t see “oppression” and “privilege” and all BS terms that you have everywhere.  I see the world not in black and white, but shades of grey.  I see nuance everywhere, which is something that the woman who wrote this article (Abi Wilkinson) is incapable of doing.  That sentence says nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  Is that what The Guardian is aspiring towards?  Saying nothing?  Well, they let Jessica Valenti post articles with them.  So maybe.

I got my Bachelor’s in Journalism and Public Communication.  I was raised believing that the Fourth Estate’s job was to be the vanguards of democracy.  But that’s not what I see when I look at the news anymore.  I see every left-leaning news outlet doing whatever they can to tear Trump apart.  I see endless articles about white nationalists everywhere, as if they are the biggest threat in the universe right now.  Even though the last white nationalist gathering had 200 people at it.  To contrast, the last brony convention had 7,000 people attending.  Had they wanted to, those 7,000 bronies could have easily gone over to the white nationalist gathering and beaten the shit out of them.  There are more bronies than white nationalists.  That’s how seriously I take the “neo-Nazi” rise under President-elect Trump.  It’s a non-issue.  I wonder how many articles The Guardian has published about the “alt-right” and “neo-nazis.”  Take a look for yourselves.  Any publication with ANY credibility should see all this bullshit for the gross hyperbole it is.  But that seems to be too much for the poncy British assholes who write for this publication.

The sad reality is that journalism is dead.  The Fourth Estate is crumbling before my eyes, and the Fifth Estate “journalism” is a bad joke.  The punch line being that they so often report such sanctimonious garbage that anyone who can take them seriously anymore is a fucking retard.  And I’m done commenting about things that The Guardian has written.  They have officially become too low-hanging fruit to go after.  If Jessica Valenti’s contrasting articles about how men are too forward and she’s offended, and how men are too submissive and she misses when men weren’t so submissive (that woman’s lack of self-awareness is awe-inspiring) didn’t clue you in, perhaps this latest bit of intellectual diarrhea will.  We’re talking about fucking emojis now.  That’s the best that these British fucks can do.  And they make fun of Americans…why, again?

Until next time, a quote,

“For every complex problem, there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.” – H.L. Mencken

Peace out,

Maverick

What I’m Thankful For This Year

A long time ago, I did Academic Year in Review posts.  After I got done with college, I stopped that.  But I will be bringing it back with Year in Review posts.  So I won’t go into too much about what’s happened this year.  However, I can’t talk about the things that I am thankful for this year without going into it a bit.  Man, I am the king of digressions.  And this one starts out my post for Thanksgiving this year.  It’s been a very odd year, in that not a lot has legitimately happened.  A whole year, and my life has been pretty vanilla.  So this list will be a bit short, this year.  Take it for what you will.

My New Job

That’s right, I finally have a new job.  And it is…the most thankless, difficult, stressful job you can imagine.  I won’t say where or what it exactly is, but it is a state job that involves lots of money and children.  And people hate me for it.  I’m sure that you can extrapolate what it is based on that.  My resume is shitty beyond all reason.  However, I now am working for the state, doing a job that can only look absolutely fantastic on a resume.  I’m still in my probationary period for this job, but I got my interim review.  It was good, across the board.  My boss and I even had a heart-to-heart about my brain damage and how that has led to the depression that affects my negativity.  She understood, and even was able to boost her reviews of me by understanding that my way of being isn’t me trying to bother anyone.  I’m just damaged and trying as hard as I can to be the best employee I can.  The discussion about the review felt fantastic.

Of course, it’s not perfect.  It’s a state job, with all the strings that come with that.  The pay is NOT what I was hoping for.  My hopes of saving up are not going anywhere fast.  But it’s a launching point, and I am okay with that.  At the end of my six month period, I will be getting my first raise.  We’ll see what that equals out to.  My life is a living example of things not working out when I want them to, so I take whatever I can get.

My Parents

It’s hard for me to overstate just how much these people have done for me.  The best thing about getting this fantastic opportunity with the state is that I am FINALLY not having to go to them for money.  That was really bothering me inside, especially with the old man retiring this year.  He’s finally able to enjoy his twilight years.  And my mother calls him her “house bitch.”  I always said that he would go crazy inside an hour if he didn’t have work to do.  Either that or do like his old man and just wander around on his lawnmower talking to people.  Part of me can’t help but think that that might be something he starts doing compulsively – mowing the lawn.  Groj knows, the parents got enough of it.  They are living in the last home they will ever live in.  This is their twilight home.

For as much as I have asked from them for the past few years, it is always something I keep in the back of my mind that I owe them.  Both figuratively and literally.  But this new job doesn’t even pay me enough for that.  I can’t even save with it.  Adulthood is so fucking frustrating, sometimes.  But I keep at it, and hopefully I can actually pay them off.  And maybe get a new car so I don’t have to continue to borrow theirs.  Among other things in my life that are turning into such a pain.  They are two of the best people that a young man could ask for, and despite what I have been told when I was arguing with them in years past, I never took that for granted.  Not once.

My Gypsy Girl

The girl who came into my life on a strange day, and left in just as strange a way.  That girl and I have kept in touch.  It’s been a period of her being around, then not.  She’ll be chatty as fuck with me, and then disappear for weeks or even months.  However, through some of the darkness that I have had to power through in the last year, this girl has been someone that I could talk to.  I also call her my “complicated girl.”  That’s not an overstatement.  This girl is a strange as she is complicated, to the point that I don’t think even she understands her own motivations.

We have bonded over how much darkness we have in our lives.  My darkness is depression caused from brain damage, combined with a severe sense of self-loathing and frustration at my lack of a personal/sex life.  Her darkness is depression caused by substance abuse, a severe sense of self-loathing and frustration at her lack of a personal/sex life.  I haven’t met anyone who understand dwelling the unending darkness like her.  Were it not for forces greater than myself making it so that it can’t be, I would have asked her out ages ago and hopefully impressed her to the point that we would be dating.  Alas, that’s not how that story goes.  Right now we’re in a period of her going dark.  It’s all good.  However long it is, I know that I’ll get a text or call from her one day, and we’ll be able to talk again.  Even if it’s just me listening to her talk about her makeup.  It’s still a medication for what ails her and I.

As I said, the list would be short this year, so here is the biggest thing I am thankful for this year…

My New Friend, Kathryn

My cousin is a huge fan of Bill Burr, and has repeatedly shared with me the bit where he says that men and women can’t be friends as adults, because relationships will always come between them.  He may be right.  However, I take the people I find in my life as they come.  Her and I met the first day we started at the new job together.  It was her, myself, and another person sitting there.  It was awkward and quiet, so I decided to say something to break the ice.  That decision set the stage for one of the most enriching relationships I have had in years.  Her and I have bonded so much, so quickly.  I could tell that we would get along, and I have yet to be proven wrong.

Getting to talk to this girl, hang out, carpool to work, or go out to movies or to dine are the only things that I currently have to look forward to.  And I do.  More than you will ever know.  She is working with me to bring my comic book idea to life.  The girl is a genius.  But there is another part.  A part that bonds with my darkness.  You don’t need to know the details.  This part and me do have a connection, though.  One that I believe could lead to this being one of the strongest connections I have ever had.  Maybe I’m wrong.  I don’t know.  That’s part of why I want to expand things.

There’s the tricky part.  Like most socialite females, she’s a busy girl.  Relationships, family, other people.  I’m just a small part of that.  I know that.  Do I like it?  No.  But I am not so presumptuous of my importance in someone’s life to demand a special space.  I’m needy as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t lied to her about that.  Honesty has been something that I strive for above all with this girl.  So many times in my life that proactive lies have gotten me out of a difficult spot, that it has become second-nature to me now.  Not her.  Not this one person.  Truth between us.  That’s a valuable thing.

That’s not to say that it’s been perfect.  Lately it has been a VERY rough patch, due to an old problem that has plagued me for so long.  One that I still fear will destroy what the two of us have.  However, I have done what I can to patch things up, for now.  And I made sure to leave a way for me to gauge if this will be like those other times, in a very simple way.  Anyone who knows me knows that I leave as little as I can to chance.

Those are the things that I’m thankful for this year.  Feel free to let me know what yours are in the Comments.

Until next time, a quote,

“Joy is the simplest form of gratitude.” – Karl Barth

Peace out,

Maverick

A Fairytale

Once upon a time, there was a prince of a faraway land.

The prince was a happy boy, who brought happiness into the lives of everyone he touched.  The subjects loved him, and so did the royal family.  Everyone did.  The young prince believed that the happy years would go on forever.

But then there was an accident, and the young prince was asleep for a long time.  The dreams he had there were nice, and he didn’t want to leave.  But he was brought back into the waking world, and all that greeted him was pain.  The Prince wasn’t well.  His body wasn’t made right, and so he hurt.

For many years, the prince dealt with the pain, all while trying not to let the royal family or his subjects see how hard it was.  It worked, for a while.  However, as the years went on, the prince found a darkness inside of him.  A dark passenger that he carries with him, to this day.

Once the pain in his body was gone, the prince tried to resume life as he had before the accident.  But life had changed.  Everyone in the prince’s life had become a different person.  They weren’t waiting for the prince anymore.  They had gone their own way.  The prince was sad.  He tried to bond with them again, but it didn’t work.

The prince left the kingdom, to go to a faraway school, which would prepare him to rule his kingdom, now that he was an adult.  The prince decided he was going to meet new people here, and make lots of new friends.  And so he did.  More years went by, and life was good again.

But, one by one, the new friends left.  Some hurt the prince in a way he couldn’t describe.  It was making the prince’s dark passenger very powerful inside.  The dark presence whispered things to him, about how everyone will hate him and how nobody really cares.  The prince started to believe in it, after a while.

So the prince tried to hold on to the friends he had, but it just made things worse.  He was so in need, and they couldn’t help him.  After a while, the prince was alone in this faraway land, as lost as when he arrived.  But all that is left for him in his kingdom is the royal family.  He loves them with all his heart, but it isn’t enough for the his lost and wayward heart.

Now, the prince has hatched a plan.  A plan to head away from this kingdom to one even farther away.  But deep down, the prince doesn’t actually believe it will work.  He just tells himself that it will, to try and fight his dark passenger.  The prince hates the dark passenger, and wishes he would go away.  But he never does.

There’s no happy ending to the prince’s story.  It still continues.  Perhaps one day, the prince will find a kingdom where he doesn’t have to hurt anymore.  It’s a little dream.

Until next time, a quote,

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” – G.K. Chesterton

Peace out,

Maverick