Oh Dear...

Yet again the epitome of pop culture never ceases to amaze me. I am speaking of course of the ever relevant, and always talented, RAPPERS. Their music has truly inspired a generation, and their model behavior continues to set the standard for what can and will be done because they are "celebrities."

Let's start with the end. Snoop Dogg is released on bail.

Now then, onto the real matter at hand. Snoop Dogg and his "entourage" (see fellow ghettos) were boarding a plane. Well, I guess they DID board it. But it was after this fact that caused such a fuss. And of course, it's probably discrimination. Of course it is. It's never your fault. What were you thinking?

Anyway here's the scoop. Some of Dogg's "entourage" was seated in first class, while some of it was seated in economy class. Obviously, he had to keep all his bases covered. Someone might try to assassinate him because I know you don't think so but yes, he IS that important. But I digress. So, with half of the ghettos in the front and half of the ghettos in the back, well of course, they ALL should be allowed in the "FIRST CLASS LOUNGE." Oh, but there is one minor detail I did leave out. You have to be holding, that means you have to be HOLDING, a first class ticket to get in the lounge. With brilliant deductive reasoning, one would assume that if one were to be holding an ECONOMY CLASS ticket, then one would be denied entry. But, as many have so prophetically put it, one assumes too much. Of course, considering Snoop Dogg and his entourage, and their absolutely GREAT value to society, this denial of entry to the, let me remind you, FIRST CLASS LOUNGE, was not for them. They are not people. They are celebrities dammit! To lower themselves to our standards?! Now THAT is preposterous. Nevertheless, a brawl ensued because of course, the whole ghetto bunch was mad that the rules were being enforced on them, celebrities and GUARDIANS of celebrities. Needless to say, they injured, ACTUALLY INJURED, police officers who had to FIGHT them for an entry to the, let me repeat, FIRST CLASS LOUNGE! Snoop Dogg is now out on bail.

In other words, he spent the night in jail.

Priceless...

Philosophy of Evolution.

So today, in school no less, a normal day of lazy A.P. Biology was progressing as fit the norm. However, on the subject of evolution (though this has been debated previously in the year), I posed a query on the subject about which we were talking. The point had been made that humans, as they live today, are not evolving as they once had. Natural selection no longer is required. We exhibit compassion and look for cures to diseases. In the heart of nature, these deformities and detriments would result in the non-survival of the individual. However, now that we have the ability, we can halt natural selection, technically speaking. Yet, this notion brought to my attention one opposing viewpoint. Though we may not be advancing physically, are we in fact evolving mentally speaking? Could such a statement be true? The answer lies solely in interpretation, thus giving no answer at all.

First, the opposing viewpoint. To say that the mind is "evolving" is a paradox within itself. The mind is not, for the most part, considered to be "evolutionary." Evolution specifically, and I mean specifically, refers to the origin of species by means of natural selection, as all Darwinian scholars know. Therefore, considering many people who have disabilities still live, evolution is not occurring. For example, many diabetes patients have new and advanced treatments that allow their lives to prolong to almost that of a "normal" human. If evolution was truly the sole factor by which life persisted, then these subjects would be terminated. So, from a physical and most literal standpoint, evolution has completely and utterly stopped.

However, and there is always a however, this is a very primitive and almost pedestrian view of all that evolution encompasses. In Darwin's day, his ideas were considered years ahead of any wisdom then. And, for the most part, well almost all the part, his ideas remain the standard by which we study the evolution of all organisms. Still, in the present, evolution has taken on a new meaning, one of advancement and progression. Thus, it would be safe to say that the human mind is constantly evolving. The knowledge that is present one year is furthered the next. We learn and experience new ideas and technologies each and every day. And people are finding the cures and the methods to treat horrible and debilitating diseases. We learn more about the world around us and outside of us each and every second. A genius does not sit, satisfied with the fact that he is the smartest person in the world. Rather, he thirsts for new knowledge, to advance his mind. He evolves. Moreover, there exists more and more questioning (for better or for worse) in the world today. Instead of people accepting absolutely everything they hear, they ask "Why?" and "How?" There are not many assenting nods nowadays. Rather, there are questions pondered and theories challenged. Is this not the advancement of our race? Is it truly safe to say that the human race is at its peak? Is this the best we have?

I do not answer my propositions. I simply ask them because even I am not convinced that we are evolving (fully, at least). Is evolution actually the literal, two-sided venture we have believed for so long? Or is it something more? Is evolution itself evolving? I do not know, and I do not think I wish to know. There is only one certainty; a truth I have believed since I can remember. And if this is not true, then so be it. I have been wrong.

Everything has happened as it has supposed to happen. I know this because I am still here.

Who Knows.

Yeah so...some things, luckily in the vast minority, piss me off lately. And I know that I probably piss people off...a lot. But you know, that's the beauty of humanity: there's always someone pissed at you. And that's when you know you're worth something.

First, let's just get this out there: if you're tough, you are NOT better than anyone. Alright, now let's go back so that we can reach that conclusion. Okay, let's pan to none other than Gym Class. It's hockey time, and of course, you absolutely have got to be the biggest badass in the room...gym, rather. Anyway, so how about this kid comes along, right? Well I should say plops along; he's relatively fat. Now normally, I would not have a huge problem with this. But the fact is that his brain is BY FAR disproportionate to that relatively large mass he calls a body. Obviously, some signals just don't get sent. You know what, scratch that. The signals never exist in the first place. He just kind of is there. ANYway...so here's the quote. And when you hear this quote, you know he is probably the biggest badass mother fucker on the planet. Here it is, direct from him to you: "You wanna see me get kicked out?" WELL HELL YES! Why ELSE would I come to the Physical aspect of Education (besides the fact that it is a complete waste of time, but I digress), but to see you, the epitomy of intellectualism, get kicked out of gym class? So...moving along a bit...here's what happens. He scopes out his prey: a kid not one, but TWO grades lower than he is; a kid not one, but TWO times less weight than he is; and (though I cannot confirm this to a certainty) a kid not one, but TWO times as short as he is (so I hyperbolized). Yes...oh right...sorry...this slipped my mind...the kid...the "prey"...was on ROLLER BLADES...and well, you can guess what the badass mother fucker was on...FEET. Now, I am no physicist or professor, but I am PRETTY sure that it is at least MILDLY harder to balance on roller blades than feet. But, of course I am probably not as smart as this badass mother fucker, so let him figure that one out. Moreover, this badass mother fucker took this kid OUT! IT WAS OFF THE CHAIN (one of the comments made by another brilliant mind)! And, oh dear, what happened, but the teacher kicked him out of Gym Class. Badass Mother Fucker Mission: Complete. Oh tough person, you win again. Because of course, when you need a job, at least you can say "I took a kid out on roller blades in Gym Class and got kicked out [oh yes...this job interview is at a hospital]...wanna see me get kicked out of a hospital?" Cut to him pouring arsenic into a patient's treatment. At least he knows he's a badass mother fucker.

Oh you thought it was done didn't you? Well thank the Maker you kept reading. My next act will be one of DRAMATIC proportions. You know, let's just stop right there, because this is my next point: Drama Kings and Queens. I am not talking about bona fide actors. I like those people. I am talking about the fake ones. Point numero uno: It's always, ALWAYS, about them. Situation: you're in class, and of course, none other than a rebel/goth/emo/..../well-you-get-the-picture is there. And of course, what words come so eloquently out of their mouth, but "I just hate everyone!" Now, there is of course some dramatic gay figure there. And they would, THEY WOULD, take that comment SO DAMN PERSONALLY to mean that the emo/ oh whatever it was, hates them, and THEM ONLY. So they begin to cry. They say "My life is horrible...everyone hates me." My next favorite: "I didn't have a good year/summer [choose one]." How can you say that? HOW?! Does someone seriously go back and look at their years and decide, "Yes...this one was good...this one was bad...that one...et cetera." NO! My philosophy, you ask? A day you live is a good day. If you go to bed, fall asleep, wake up, do whatever, and return to bed the next night, it is a good day. That's not saying the day won't appear to be "bad." It might suck a little. You might just not get a lot of luck or grace out of the day. But to go back and say that an entire YEAR was bad. Alright then, so bad here? Go to Iraq. Go to Darfur. Go to a third world country. Thought it was bad now? Ha ha...now you will see the meaning of suffering. Anyway...what furthers this hindrance of my pleasant demeanor is people who say "I just didn't have a good summer." I'm sorry...you get the whole summer off, and while some are better than others, there has NEVER been a BAD SUMMER. Unless of course, something ACTUALLY bad happened (death, disease, ACTUALLY BAD). Take me...my Grandpa died two summers ago. Was that traumatic? YES. My mother was an only child. To see her go through that was heartbreaking. Was it, dare I say, BAD? YES. Was that summer, the whole thing, BAD? HELL NO! Everything happened as it was supposed to happen. And other than those couple of weeks, it was fine. And even during that, I kept faith that this was as it was supposed to be. But because some friends didn't call you every day, and you sat bored in your house, with NO homework, NO school, NO tests, NO extracurricular activities (there is no CURRICULUM), NO nothing, you think that was bad? But then, to be dramatic, you come back to school and claim you have no friends and say "I hate school...life hates me." You know what? You really want to know what I think of you? Of those I have just described? Fuck you.

A day you live is a good day.

It's that moment.

You ever had that moment?

It's the one where the pressure is on.

Everybody is watching you, all eyes are on you.

It depends on you.

Your heart is beating faster and faster.

You're scared.

You're nervous.

You can't wait any longer.

The adrenaline is surging through your vains.

You feel that you're a superhero.

You think you can fly.




And then it's over, and you come back for more.