One Man's Trash is Another Man's Blog

Several days ago it was announced to the nation that, at the tender age of 41, Terri Schiavo died of dehydration.  Demonstrators quote “grieved openly with gasps, sobs, songs and prayers.” (CNN.com)  However, as this fifteen-year long legal and moral dispute comes to an end, one question remains:  what the hell is the matter with you idiots? Terri Schiavo was assessed, for all intents and purposes, legally brain-dead fifteen years ago.  She was declared, by several of Michael’s own doctors as well as several more unbiased court-appointed neurologists, to be in a “persistive vegetative state” – the only doctors who claimed that she may still have a consciousness were those hired by Terri’s parents, who, like the Bush’s, used Terri’s condition as an outlet to force their skewed opinions upon others.
After thirteen years, nineteen different judges in six separate courts (and more than thirty different rulings) were all convinced that Terri lacked a consciousness; that Terri had no hope of getting better; and that Terri would rather have been euthanized than have spent the rest of her life as a vegetable.  The only reason she wasn’t allowed to simply die a peaceful death back then was that Jeb Bush decided to step in and claim to be the authority on all things moral.  Yes, you’re a Republican; yes, you’re a Christian; yes, you’re an idiot; and yes, you still somehow managed to become governor of Florida:  now stop rubbing our faces in it.
There are thousands of people dying every day because they can’t afford medicine, surgery, or health care; and if that isn’t bad enough, most of those people don’t even deserve to be sick – Terri Schiavo brought her condition upon herself (her heart attack was direct result of her bulimia).   Yet still, you religious radicalists decided to spend tens of thousands of dollars – money that could have been spent saving the lives of many innocent young children, or possibly been used towards finding a cure for cancer – hiring attorneys to keep a brain-dead woman hydrated.  Congratulations – I hope you’re proud of yourselves, jerks.  Hey, at least now a few more people agree with your twisted ethical views, right?

[edit] According to the USA Today, twice as many children yearly have died of malnutrition in Iraq since the US invasion over three years ago – why isn’t there anyone protesting their deaths with picket signs?

Well, starting today, I’m officially A+ certified; that means that ours (Joe’s and mine) is the only computer repair business in town with any certification.  However, A+ doesn’t exactly entail bragging rights…
Each test costs $145.  I say each test because, in order to actually become certified, you need to pass two separate tests.  For $290, you get to take the worst written, most poorly regulated, most ambiguous test anyone could imagine.  If I’m going to pay them $290 to take their stupid tests, the LEAST liberty they could grant me is to run the damn thing through a spell-check first…unless the Opreating System is a new term that I’m not familiar with…
I hesitate to write this, as someone from the exam might come across this and feel that it is a breach in the contract I signed; that is, not to disclose any information about the test.  However, I don’t think that telling people that the words “Opreating[sic]” and “System” occur in the Operating Systems Test could be considered a breach of that contract.
But…in the unlikely event that someone from CompTIA does come across this, I would like you to keep in mind that I have nothing against you personally, everything I write is satire, I didn’t mean it I’m sorry here’s the deed to my soul etc. etc.

Hmm..I feel that I’m entitled to at least one mindless teenage rant every once in a great while…

Today, my parents drove Valerie and me (along with my brother and his friend Jacob) down to Appleton to meet with my grandparents; we all screwed around at the new all-you-can-eat restaurant, then walked down to Petsmart to visit the fishies.  After that, the four of us (Ryan, Jacob, Valerie and I) went to the movies while my parents walked around the mall.  There was time before the movie, so Valerie and I played air hockey, DDR, some other crazy japanese game…
Then we all went to watch the movie: Hitch, with Will Smith.  It was pretty good, although watching it with Valerie made it much better; especially the ending.
After that, we went back into Funset Bvd., played some more DDR, raced a few times, played a very stupid guitar game, and sipped from the same cup of Root Beer (I know, romantic, right?).

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Typical teenage rants go as follows:

1. I hate my parents.
2. I hate my life.
3. I hate everything.
4. I love my girlfriend/boyfriend.
5. Either I had a wonderful day due entirely to my boyfriend/girlfriend; I had a horrible day due to my hormones and general ineptitude, although I’ll blame it on everyone other than myself; or I had a mediocre day due to my excessive apathy, although I’ll once again put the blame on everyone else.

Although I’m not going to say that I hate my parents, because I don’t, nor will I say that I hate my life, because I’ve never been dramatic (hormonal) enough to believe that I do, I will say this:
Despite the fact that I’ve condemned more than one teenager on more than one occasion for saying this kind of thing at such a young and impressionable age, I truly believe that I’ve fallen in love with Valerie.

I doubt there is any more pleasant a note I can end this entry on.