There is a cure for aids. There, I said it. I’ve always believed the government was lying to us about aliens, the war in Iraq, MK Ultra, and stuff like that. I never believed the government would be involved in a conspiracy like this. When I was a kid I was in awe of the president. I wrote a letter to Bill Clinton, I idolized him. I volunteered for the Obama campaign in ‘08 and gave hundreds of hours. I stood watch at the polling place on election day. I study political science in hopes of making a difference in the world, but now my heart is broken.
I can understand the need to keep certain things from us, national security and what not. But aids has been killing people for a long time now. The patent report was filed in 1994. In 1994 aids was the leading cause of death for Americans between the ages 25-44. Aids beat out gun violence, alcohol, tobacco, traffic accidents... Do I need to go on? Writing this and thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
The worst part is there isn’t anything we can do about it. I went to prison when I was 19 years old, and that taught me several things. One of those things was that there’s nothing you can do when the people in authority over you do whatever they want to. The guards beat me mercilessly, I had no defense. And here we stand, having another generation taken from us while they are beaten mercilessly by a disease that there’s a cure for! I really need you all to know that this isn’t a joke or a conspiracy theory, it is a conspiracy, no theory involved.
Choose life slackers....
When I started this little bloggy type thing I was comforted by the belief that no one would ever read it. As it turns out there are a few hundred kindred slackers out there in a handful of countries who read this thing. So, yea, um, thanks!
Even though I'm certainly not full of myself over it, I do feel a great deal of pressure to come up with fantabulous content to wow and impress you. So here's a little story.
I have a class called "global issues" as it turns out this class is really "intro to international relations" and my professor has a doctorate in political science. He is a renowned and respected political economist, and I really enjoy his lectures. With one very irritating exception.
There is a guy in my class that always sits directly in front of me, and CONSTANTLY interrupts these lectures that I love so much. He is a Marine, and you should all know I have a deep respect for the U.S. Marines. Unfortunately, this particular Marine is a gigantic bag of dicks. It's not his fault, he was probably born that way.
He seems to believe that being a soldier makes him more qualified to teach this class than the guy with a PhD. Every time he interrupts with his shallow and insipid remarks a little piece of my soul dies. I can see the pained look on the professor's face every time this guy talks, and I can also see that, like me, my professor has a deep respect for this douchebag's sacrifices for our freedom.
The problem here is that killing people isn't really a prerequisite for understanding complex international politics and economics. Mostly being high as a fucking kite seems to be the way to wrap your head around this mess.
But I digress. One thing I have learned over my years of doing as little as possible and getting maximum results is to... wait for it... Listen. Shut your mouth when you have the chance to gain knowledge from a legitimate source.
For instance, if I tell you how to roll a joint, you should damn well listen. Why? Well because I smoke weed like its my job. So when it comes to methods of delivery I'm a goddamned expert.
I feel like I shouldn't have to say this. I feel like grown folks ought to know when to shut their mouths. I feel like even though I'm in college long after I'm supposed to be that it isn't an unreasonable expectation to get my hippy liberal political science degree without listening to assholes spew shit from their useless mouths.
I don't give one single shit what your opinion is during a lecture about neo-liberalism. I give lot's of shits that in a few weeks I have a paper due on a subject that I don't understand and I only have four hours a week to understand it. My research is kicking my ass. The subject is too complex for a ten page paper, and this isn't the only class I have a project due in. So seriously... Please shut up, because grad school isn't going to care that I got a C in this class because there was a pseudo-intellectual U.S. Marine who wouldn't listen, and I had too much respect for him to tell him myself.
So until next time... Choose life slackers.
