Ever Feel Stupid?
I'm writing a master's thesis. It's about anarchy. There's nothing like having an epiphany about the way things should be only to have your general everyday experiences combined with your own skills in the art of argumentation destroy your thesis' main premise.
See, anarchy is all about organizing society without the displeasure of "the State." This means there's no government people. We make the laws and pave the roads ourselves. Oh, sure, we can collectively hire people to pick up the garbage so that we continue not to get our own hands dirty. That's fine. There's just no government, i.e., no pretense that we've elected people to represent our views. We just represent our views ourselves.
Now, the problem with this is that the people you see around in your everyday like would actually have a say. Right now, for example, Lucienne Robillard speaks for most of the people I see on a day to day basis. Now, I don't really like the Honourable Ms. Robillard. I think she just rubberstamps whatever the Right Honourable Paul Martin wants her to. She's never asked me about what I think and she sends me newsletters full of propaganda from time to time. Nope. I don't like her. I hear she does a lot for her friends, but she does nothing of substance for me, hence, I can't wait to see the tail end of her.
But, Lucienne probably makes better decisions than most of the people living and/or working in my area. For example, I used to take the bus at least twice per day. Now, due to a positive change in circumstance, I walk everywhere. But, when I took the bus an alarming number of people didn't know how to open the back door of the bus. I mean, really, there are only a few ways to do this and they are all intuitive. (1) wave your hand under the sensor or (2) push the handle. Either way, I assure you, the door will open. You will not believe how many people cannot do this. And to make things worse, they huff and puff in front of the door while (a) giving the driver dirty looks, (b) looking at passengers making the "hey, the driver's stupid" shrug or (c) panic. Inevitably, someone reaches over in a condescending manner and opens the door. The person gets of in the manner of "finally the door opened, stupid driver" and leaves. No, dear commuter, you are the stupid one. Yes, the driver ignored your pleas for help but he/she was probably tired of dealing with total idiots who can't open a door.
It's not just the door opening thing that has dampened my hope. It is also the people who can't differentiate between their, they're and there. Or, your and you're. Am I the only one who took grammar and phonics? Does nobody but me know what a contraction is? How did I end up the only one who knows that should've equals should have and not should of? If people don't even know what they're saying then how am I supposed to communicate with them during the decision-making process?
See, now I feel bad. I feel like a massive you know what. In truth, I love everybody and that's why I want you to acquire door opening and grammar skills.
Whatever. I think I'm PMSing because I feel about forty times my natural size, I have a headache and I keep smelling weed and other assorted disgusting chemical smells. As a result, right now, I can't fathom the idea of sharing the decision-making process with my fellow citizens. Maybe this post has been devised to cover up my suddenly diminishing ability coherently to write a believable MA proposal. I'm going to go and read other people's blogs.
Sigh...kisses.
Laurelle
See, anarchy is all about organizing society without the displeasure of "the State." This means there's no government people. We make the laws and pave the roads ourselves. Oh, sure, we can collectively hire people to pick up the garbage so that we continue not to get our own hands dirty. That's fine. There's just no government, i.e., no pretense that we've elected people to represent our views. We just represent our views ourselves.
Now, the problem with this is that the people you see around in your everyday like would actually have a say. Right now, for example, Lucienne Robillard speaks for most of the people I see on a day to day basis. Now, I don't really like the Honourable Ms. Robillard. I think she just rubberstamps whatever the Right Honourable Paul Martin wants her to. She's never asked me about what I think and she sends me newsletters full of propaganda from time to time. Nope. I don't like her. I hear she does a lot for her friends, but she does nothing of substance for me, hence, I can't wait to see the tail end of her.
But, Lucienne probably makes better decisions than most of the people living and/or working in my area. For example, I used to take the bus at least twice per day. Now, due to a positive change in circumstance, I walk everywhere. But, when I took the bus an alarming number of people didn't know how to open the back door of the bus. I mean, really, there are only a few ways to do this and they are all intuitive. (1) wave your hand under the sensor or (2) push the handle. Either way, I assure you, the door will open. You will not believe how many people cannot do this. And to make things worse, they huff and puff in front of the door while (a) giving the driver dirty looks, (b) looking at passengers making the "hey, the driver's stupid" shrug or (c) panic. Inevitably, someone reaches over in a condescending manner and opens the door. The person gets of in the manner of "finally the door opened, stupid driver" and leaves. No, dear commuter, you are the stupid one. Yes, the driver ignored your pleas for help but he/she was probably tired of dealing with total idiots who can't open a door.
It's not just the door opening thing that has dampened my hope. It is also the people who can't differentiate between their, they're and there. Or, your and you're. Am I the only one who took grammar and phonics? Does nobody but me know what a contraction is? How did I end up the only one who knows that should've equals should have and not should of? If people don't even know what they're saying then how am I supposed to communicate with them during the decision-making process?
See, now I feel bad. I feel like a massive you know what. In truth, I love everybody and that's why I want you to acquire door opening and grammar skills.
Whatever. I think I'm PMSing because I feel about forty times my natural size, I have a headache and I keep smelling weed and other assorted disgusting chemical smells. As a result, right now, I can't fathom the idea of sharing the decision-making process with my fellow citizens. Maybe this post has been devised to cover up my suddenly diminishing ability coherently to write a believable MA proposal. I'm going to go and read other people's blogs.
Sigh...kisses.
Laurelle
posted by Laurelle St. Laurent at 12:01 a.m.
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