Blog 2
The Treyvon Martin case is one of those instances that just gets me fundamentally angry, one of those things that just stirs some deep seated feeling of fundamental injustice that sort of just bubbles and explodes. It's the reason why so many people are angry, the reason so many people are outraged, the reason the international sphere is paying attention to it.
Because it's fucking wrong.
I guess I should do this because it's what every journalism teacher ever told me. I'll provide a brief little non-convoluted run down of what is said to have happened to Treyvon Martin. Or you could just wikipedia it. That would work as well. Or you could look at any non Fox news (not that Fox isn't covering it, it's just that they're fucking stupid) outlet ever because literally everyone is fucking talking about it. Even Obama.
Treyvon Martin was a 17 year old walking home from a convenience store in a gated community in Sanford Florida when George Zimmerman, a member of the local neighborhood watch, followed Martin in his car called the police to report suspicious behavoir, saying that Martin looked like he was on drugs "or something." Anyway, for reasons currently kind of up in the air (Zimmerman said it was because he was checking the street address for the 911 call, others say it was a direct confrontation with Martin ) Zimmerman left his car, and a physical altercation ensued that resulted in the shooting death of the Martin. Police that arrived at the scene didn't arrest Zimmerman, accepting his description of events as self defense.
And now the forced not opinion shit is coming into play. People are outraged, and for good reason.
It's obvious to anyone that justice isn't being served. Actually, I'd say it's more like justice is being told to go fuck itself. Sure, the police are issuing an investigation and saying things like "this is regrettable we're sorry" in an oh-shit-is-getting-real incompetent and harshly shallow way, but that's not the crux of the issue. The issue is that in the state of Florida someone can literally shoot and kill another human being, tell a cop at the scene that it was self defense, and drive away like nothing happened. That is, like many other things stemming from this case, outrageous and disgusting. In this case justice is just waving your finger a little bit sternly at some dude who just killed some kid, some high school student.
It seems like everyone's outraged except for Fox. In a typically inept and semi retarted manner, Geraldo Rivera spouted some shit about how Martin was singled out because he was wearing a hoodie. MSN ran a story called "Trayvon Martin case: Is young, black and wearing a hoodie a recipe for disaster?"and now for some reason it's considered important that the kid was suspended in high school a couple times.
How is this of any fucking relevance in any way, shape or form? That some kid deserves to be killed because he's wearing a sweatshirt, that he's 'asking' to be followed, stalked, and ultimately killed because of the color of his skin, his age, and what he was wearing? How it is it even okay to suggest that the justification for the death of any individual can obtained because he looks like he's 'on drugs or something'? Oh and I haven't even got to the fucking unearthing school suspension weed facebook post about being a drug dealer thing.
What Treyvon Martin was wearing at the time of his death is arbitrary. It doesn't matter- it doesn't make what Zimmerman did justified, it doesn't, in the most miniscule way justify the killing of another human being. It's astounding the thought that it's somehow justified to kill someone simply because of their physical appearance is even implied. That it's alright to kill someone because you somehow detect a threat in their appearance. That's the most schizophrenically paranoid mindset anyone can have.
And the fact that journalism now has reduced to surfing through a dead teenagers facebook for incriminating evidence against him is disgusting. Even if he was a weed dealer or whatever, he was fucking walking home from a convenience store with skittles and an iced tea, and even if he was serving a school suspension for weed, it is a horrible defamatory stretch to suggest that the information in any way justifies his death. And I have no idea why anyone would do that in the first place, unless some people high up the 'crazy tree' (seriously FUCK GLEN BECK) latter are getting really nervous about the whole ordeal and looking for shit to somehow serve
And I guess according to Fox anyone who wears a hoodie no matter the fucking weather is a suspicious person and probably a drug dealer and is asking to be shot close range by the nearest psuedo-village guardian.
And back to the thing about justice being told to fuck itself. I guess it's an issue more along the lines of justice being compeltely fucking nonexistence or justice in the current state of Florida devoid of any legitimacy in any way shape or form.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Purpose of this blog
Blog 1
Purpose
So I suppose if you're on this blog you must either want to read it or you're temporarily lost on the journey to some porn site. If that's the case, you are very far away from what you seek, and I wish you godspeed and good-luck in finding pornography that suites your needs as a man or woman. And I guess I should be happy if you actually want to read this shit.
Anyway, whatever the cause of you're arrival, welcome.
Now I don't believe that anyone should just scream out shit on the internet and expect people to listen to them. It's not like a Fox News political talk show where you can spout something completely asinine, where you can take a ride on the crazy tree, hit every branch on the way down and still be viewed as semi-credible and maintain some target audience that I cannot believe exists after you land on the hard land of the rational, sane world.
On the internet, however, you actually have to have some kind of merit to what utter shit you bring about, something to differentiate you from the sea of angry 13 year olds and empty souls who perpetuate their tiny existence in the form of crusty socks or endless re blogs of someone else's melodramatic pictures and Nigel Thornberry GIFS. You have to have some kind of intriguing status to take on the impossible task of getting and maintaining the attention of the most ADD generation ever raised. Basically, you have to persuade them to actually stare at your shitty free blog and not at a huge pair of tits or some video of a fat chick falling down a hill or whatever.
But who am I kidding? No one will fucking read this.
The whole reason people like the internet is because they don't have to be people and so that they can pretend to be much smarter, wittier the they actually are.
More often then not they attempt to prove to no one that they can be more aggressive and just genuinely shittier people because they hide behind some electronic mask. I'm no different. I'm a shitty person with shitty opinions, and if people like them, they like them, and if they don't they wont read this blog and I'll get bored and stop and go back to life or find something equally as pointless to take up time in this greasestained void that has become my thoroughly mediocre existence.
I'll cover shit that makes me angry, shit that makes me sad, and shit that makes me happy. Probally much more pissed and depressed than happy. The internet is not a happy place. It's not a happy place, it's a testament to how fucked up and beautiful and pointless and absurd with the disgusting anonymity of a shit-pantsed-rubbed-on-walled Walmart bathroomstall.
If you want to, come along for the ride.
"I don't have much to say, but I'll say it anyway."
Purpose
So I suppose if you're on this blog you must either want to read it or you're temporarily lost on the journey to some porn site. If that's the case, you are very far away from what you seek, and I wish you godspeed and good-luck in finding pornography that suites your needs as a man or woman. And I guess I should be happy if you actually want to read this shit.
Anyway, whatever the cause of you're arrival, welcome.
Now I don't believe that anyone should just scream out shit on the internet and expect people to listen to them. It's not like a Fox News political talk show where you can spout something completely asinine, where you can take a ride on the crazy tree, hit every branch on the way down and still be viewed as semi-credible and maintain some target audience that I cannot believe exists after you land on the hard land of the rational, sane world.
On the internet, however, you actually have to have some kind of merit to what utter shit you bring about, something to differentiate you from the sea of angry 13 year olds and empty souls who perpetuate their tiny existence in the form of crusty socks or endless re blogs of someone else's melodramatic pictures and Nigel Thornberry GIFS. You have to have some kind of intriguing status to take on the impossible task of getting and maintaining the attention of the most ADD generation ever raised. Basically, you have to persuade them to actually stare at your shitty free blog and not at a huge pair of tits or some video of a fat chick falling down a hill or whatever.
But who am I kidding? No one will fucking read this.
The whole reason people like the internet is because they don't have to be people and so that they can pretend to be much smarter, wittier the they actually are.
More often then not they attempt to prove to no one that they can be more aggressive and just genuinely shittier people because they hide behind some electronic mask. I'm no different. I'm a shitty person with shitty opinions, and if people like them, they like them, and if they don't they wont read this blog and I'll get bored and stop and go back to life or find something equally as pointless to take up time in this greasestained void that has become my thoroughly mediocre existence.
I'll cover shit that makes me angry, shit that makes me sad, and shit that makes me happy. Probally much more pissed and depressed than happy. The internet is not a happy place. It's not a happy place, it's a testament to how fucked up and beautiful and pointless and absurd with the disgusting anonymity of a shit-pantsed-rubbed-on-walled Walmart bathroomstall.
If you want to, come along for the ride.
"I don't have much to say, but I'll say it anyway."
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