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The Following is the speech I gave at my High School Graduation last month, entitled "Visions of the Future".
Continue reading "My Graduation Speech"

I would like to bring to your attention this news article.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24882600

For those of you that don't wish to click the link, it tells about a Chicago priest who gave a guest sermon at Rev. Wright's old church, and who said some rather controversial things about Hillary Clinton.

From the article:

Pfleger mocked Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton
of New York for appearing to weep at a campaign appearance before the
New Hampshire primary in January, saying she was crying because
“there’s a black man stealing my show.”

“She always thought, ‘This is mine. I’m Bill’s wife, I’m white and this is mine,’” Pfleger said in his fiery sermon.

As
the racially mixed congregation responded “Amen!” and “Yes, sir!”
Pfleger pretended to cry and shouted: “And then out of nowhere came
him, Barack Obama. And she said: ‘Damn! Where did you come from?! I’m
white! I’m entitled! There’s a black man stealing my show!’

“She wasn’t the only one crying!” he said. “There was a whole a lot of white people crying!”

Now, I would say first of all that he should not have attacked hillary for crying and twisted her display in such a way. To do so is to sink to the Rove/Clinton style of politics, and should be beneath anyone that has love for self and country.

You know what though? There are a whole lot of white people crying about a black man being a presidential contender. Now, they are not always crying tears, but crying borderline racial statements, defiance, and ignorance. They cry out about Obama being anti-American or a closet racist, or Muslim, when any look into Obama's life clearly disproves these statements. Still, even after this information is readily available, these people (and not all are white) continue to slur and step on this man, even saying he's run a disrespectful campaign. Anyone even remotely interested in the race between Obama and Clinton should be ashamed of themselves for saying something like that, and yet they do, obviously either to others, or lobotomizing themselves.

Indeed, C. S. Lewis once stated, "The problem with trying to make yourself stupid is that often times, it works"

Clinton fans are often times the glorious poster children of this statement.

Now, the words of this priest were poorly chosen, and he should not have personally attacked hillary (at least not in such a way). When he did so, he became no better than the people calling Obama a racist, merely because of a guy he knew. Now, the direct statements of Hillary Clinton saying that people should vote for her because racists won't vote for Obama do lend to the idea that senator Clinton is racist, just as not hiring someone because your customers are racist has legally been deemed racial discrimination.

However, a root of this man's message was that there is an issue of race against Obama's campaign, and I would extend that to the idea that there is an issue of racism around senator Clinton's.

Luckily, Senator Clinton's campaign has become one of jest and despair, and their is nearly 0% chance it will move on to the general election. However, there is one more problem I have with this issue.

The right has been trying to show this preacher as another reason why Senator Obama should not be president. I know a lot of people that I consider my friends, but differ greatly in ideology with. Furthermore you were to judge me by my acquaintances, you would be greatly confused. I feel it's the same way with Obama, in that in order to lead (or in my case, learn), you need to draw around you diverse individuals. If someone he knows says something stupid, you can't really judge him. You can judge the other person, and should. If Obama then backs the statements of his friend, by all means, judge him. But if he does not, understand that a true leader not only should have people of varied ideologies, but in order for his presidency to be a success, he needs them.

Beside him, sleeping,

fire once brightly burned

with intense desire

until the man learned

he was feeding fire

and he died, weeping.

Solitude is the catalyst necessary to perfect an art.

Loneliness is the perfect condition in which to achieve solitude.

Thus, a lonely artist is a successful one.

What is the stuff of angels,

those cherubs,

those seraphs,

those creatures of an everlasting God?

is it trumpets?
is it choirs?

is it praise, is it glory, is it heaven in the sky?

are they perfect?

are they happy?

or are they human, scornful, jealous, proud and flawed?

What is the stuff of angels?

what is the stuff of God?

what is the stuff that came from the most high?

They say we're human,

we're error,

that god made us and allowed us to become our own demise

but when I see you,

I don't see error,

I see choirs, angels, beauty, passion and perfection in disguise

What is the stuff of angels?

is it sunsets?

is it rainbows?

is it the beauty of the land and sea and sky?

it's better,

it's greatness,

it's your smile, it's your spirit, it's the twinkle in your eye!

Does she make you feel like you're wanted?

Does she make you excited, scared, calm and warm?

Does she keep you cool when you're bein' taunted?

Does she remind you of bliss when you look upon her stunning form?

Does she keep you smiling on a rainy day?

Does her face write beauty more than the sky?

Does she keep you working on a better way?

Does she inspire music a man can live by?

Does she?

Could she?

I think she does.

John slouched just a slight
bit further into his reclining chair. As he let out a howling,
despair-filled belch, a smattering of potato chips flaked off his
double chin and a bit of spittle dripped down his cheek. His arm
wouldn't move. It was asleep. When you convince your body you're no
longer alive and subside on only the salt-infused fat of potato chips
and light beer, it really does believe you. John probably wasn't in
any condition to ponder this.

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Finally, with one flop of
his shoulder he got his right arm to plop onto the armrest, knocking
over a half-drank beer can and only by accident discovering the
universal remote he was seeking, but really couldn't see with his
bloodshot, raisin eyes. He wasn't watching the Jody Foster movie that
kept replaying at this point. Nor was he listening.

-

He hadn't done much of
anything after his girlfriend helped him move into the studio
apartment as a farewell gesture. She probably even still loved him.
This didn't matter, and it didn't matter to John. When you're fired
in such disgrace, and have to move from a penthouse to a studio
apartment, who or who does not still support you hardly matters.
Maybe it should, but when despair closes around your neck so tightly,
you can't see or tell whether or not someone is pulling at its arms.

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No, he had another reason
for seeking the remote. The sun was once again making its round
through his one window. At least he had some sunlight. To waste away
is painful enough, and doing it in complete darkness only hastens the
situation. And though John was in a deep enough state of woe to be
okay with this, he did have one shot at redemption.

-

His fingers, slick from the
oil of potato chips, stabbed at the fast forward button. They stabbed
and stabbed, pointing at the one ubiquitous light in the window, but
the damned sun wouldn't budge! How dare it not submit to the man in
the beer-stained recliner?

-

Eventually, the fast
forward button popped out of the remote, and both the button and
remote slid to the floor. The latter knocked over another beer can.
He couldn't get time to move forward. Maybe it never would. He lost
his best friend, his job, the respect of his family, his apartment
and his girl in one painful, dramatic order.

-

The world, he thought,
would forget John, would forget the job, and would forget the
accident. If John could just get out of his chair, find the energy
in his limbs, and clean himself up, he wouldn't forget the world.
Alas, with every moment another braincell died, another part of his
body went into sleep-mode. John knew he had to get up. He had another
job on Friday. It would be nothing like the job he once had. It was a
contract deal. But he had nothing else to live for, and it would
bring him out of disgrace in the eyes of his father.

-

His father called him an
hour before, and explained the situation in detail. He knew it was an
important job, and that very important people counted on him. His
nerves were jumping out of his flaky, sun-starved skin, and he wasn't
even sure whether he wanted his time to come or pass over him. Either
way, as he grabbed his .22 caliber revolver and walked out the door,
John Hinckley Jr. was about to become a very important man.

Beauty's presense in one aspect of life brings out the beauty in all aspects

What is humility, many call low self-esteem. What is confidence, many call arrogance. What is cautiousness, many call prudishness. However, in some values there can be no negative found. In that smile, in that voice, in that wisdom there is no doubt. There is no fault. There is no blight.

But for such a beautiful face, the stars in the sky would envy nothing.

Physical beauty may wax and wane like the moon in the sky, but such a gracious presense will burn in the memories of all others, immortal.

We've all had daydreams. I often wish I was a star basketball player, extremely lucky, rich, a lady's man... you name it, if it's desirable, I've probably desired it.

And for that to happen, I have to have had a lot of daydreams, and I have. And when you're a dreamer, your dream self tends to have a life of its own.

So what I have done is taken examples of some of my daydreams, and examples of my real life (or in some cases the life of a typical dreamer have been substituted for my life when my life is actually not that pathetic) to contrast the dream and the dreamer. I've made a speech to entertain on this. However, since much of the appeal of my speech is its delivery (and I fail at delivery, too. think of if a funny person did it! wow, that would be hilarious.), I've kinda fragmented it down into two line contrasts to be better read on paper.

So Let us begin!

We have three basic ways in which the dreamer (we'll call him regular joey, just for shits and giggles) and the dream (daydream joey, for the same reason) differ. They differ in physical attributes, mental capacity, and successes.

So how do regular joey and daydream joey differ in the physical realm?

Daydream Joey is 6'4", 200 pounds, all muscle.

Regular Joey is 5'4"-5'7" depending on how much caffeine he's had that day, and is unwilling to disclose his weight.

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Daydream Joey can lift a car with one hand and flip it across the grand canyon.

Regular Joey can lift a 5 gallon pail if he uses both arms.

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Daydream Joey can jump 25 feet in the air.

Regular Joey can make it from the street to the sidewalk.

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Daydream Joey ran the mile in 3 minutes.

Regular Joey ran the mile one time, but he didn't finish it.

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Daydream Joey could beat Bruce Lee in a fight.

Regular Joey sprained his wrist on a punching bag one time.

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Daydream Joey can heal people with his touch.

Regular Joey can give a good massage.

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And how do they differ in the mental realm?

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Daydream Joey can absorb all the info in a book in moments.

Regular Joey got a 5th of the way through War and Peace last year.

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Daydream Joey knows 15 languages.

Regular Joey knows enough English to order out in restaurants.

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Daydream Joey Aced the ACTs, PSATs, SATs, the ASVAB, SAT IIs, LSATs, and MCATs.

Regular Joey got a 20 on the ACTs, but hey, that's enough to get into college.

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Daydream Joey is a recipient of the Macarthur Genius Grant.

Regular Joey gets an allowance for making the honor roll.

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Daydream Joey has an IQ of 350.

Regular Joey figures he can push 102 on a good day.

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Daydream Joey can recite 1001 digits of pi.

Regular joey "Pi? that's 3.14, right?"

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So you've seen how the dreamer and the dream differ, but how do they apply themselves?

Daydream Joey has been on 4 TV shows.

One time in 6th grade Joey's class went to KVLY and he got to stand in front of the weather map because he was wearing blue, and the weatherman could make a joke about invisible kids.

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Daydream Joey has written a best selling book in nearly every genre.

Regular Joey has a blog that a couple people have subscribed to.

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Daydream Joey has been in 10 famous movies.

Regular Joey's school has a video newsletter. He was on it once.

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Daydream Joey has an album that went platinum.

Regular Joey entered a talent show one time. He didn't win.

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Daydream Joey has posed for GQ.

Regular Joey made his school year book every year!

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Daydream Joey is the CEO of 5 companies.

Regular Joey ran a lemonade stand one time.

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Daydream Joey's networth makes Warren Buffet look like a hobo.

Regular Joey has a big jar of Canadian money.

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So there you go.

However, it's important to think that while maybe...

maybe daydream joey is faster, stronger, better looking than regular joey,

maybe daydream joey is smarter, more articulate and has a better resume than regular joey,

maybe daydream joey is richer, more talented and more famous than regular joey,

but regular joey can enjoy a good meal.

Regular Joey can read to little kids at church.

Regular joey can visit his grandmother and hang out with his good friends,

and regular joey has grown up here, in reality, and that makes all the difference.

Although I wouldn't mind having a record go platinum...

At the end of summer vacation I fell in love of a game called "Desktop Tower Defense". It's a crazily addictive game where you set up a maze of 9 different tower types in order to stop monsters called "creeps" from reaching the other end of the board. It is such an addictive game that it has been called out to be banned by some bloggers, has been featured on polls and competitions for online websites and games, and has had millions of plays.

Now, if this wasn't enough, the creator of this delightful game, Paul Preece, decided to quit his job and program full time in order to offer more games that could prove to be just as additing. He's teamed up with David Scott, another successful programmer, to start the programming company Novel Concepts and the website Casual Collective. Casual Collective is a game and social interraction site for the bored and the geeky denizens of the intarweb. It's still under beta and is invite only, but if you can find someone that has a membership, you should definitely check it out.

I happened to have snagged myself a membership, and I was delighted at what I saw. The games have, as a rule, a relatively simple gameplay design. This allows a lot of room for inventiveness and strategy, making gameplay very addictive. The games currently in beta version or better include a multiplayer version of DTD, a multiplayer battleship-inspired game called desktop armada, and a game called "Buggle" where you compete against four other players to catch the most creepy dot creatures with a tentacling dot you place on the map. The one single player game they have on the collective, Flash Element Tower Defense, isn't anything to write about, but it was David Scott's first game, and he has improved tremendously since then.

Both programmers are working on several new games, including a tantalizing sequal to FETD, Flash Element Tower defense 2, which will feature very cool graphics, trademark simple-yet addictive gameplay of the casual collective, and a system where instead of simply going from start to finish, the monsters of the game attempt to steal your elements, objects you must keep on the map to stay in play.

But the Casual Collective is not a one trick pony, folks. Besides the usual member profile page and mandatory forum that every website and its brother has, the casual collective features a friend system called "your collective". Combined with the collective system, an integrated network of facebook-like groups allow for quick and convenient socializing between members. The dynamic duo has even implemented a rudimentary chat system that shows some promise.

On the whole, the casual collective offers a free (or cheap, if you upgrade your account) casual gaming and socializing site with a friendly, addictive atmosphere that has people literally begging to get in. Who's in your collective?

There is an age old and well worn question.

What is love?

Love takes many shapes and forms, and has many meanings and
definition

It can be both the target of one’s desires, that someone
searches for love, true love. And it can also be an arrow, a guiding entity in
ones soul pushing them forward.

A love is a like a dream, some say, those fickle minds with
no creativity, believe that love and dreams are for fools.

But do not tie in love with dreaming. For a dream is a
vague, often unfulfilled thing, something one yearns for, sees in his
subconscious, but a love is real, intense and often painful in ways that make
it pleasureful. A love is something that is more than hobby, more than object
in your passions for it. A love, thus, is not limited to people or god, but any
variety of activities can be a love. You can love painting, running, singing,
working, any number of things. And when perhaps your love does not bring you
success, you are not crushed as if it were a dream, because love is not meant
to bring you success, it is meant to bring you. Simply that. And once you’ve
managed to prove you cannot sing professionally your love of singing does not
die, but if it is but a dream it does.

A dream, in such ways, is temporary, and while loves can
fade and sharpen in your conscious mind, they do not die, they are permanent in
your being. Such is the true love of people. While your lusts and secondary
emotions for a person can shape and change, your love for them does not die
when you are disgusted, or when you know you must leave.

Many people, when choosing a job choose something they love.
This is good, because what you love can bring you joy and bliss, and while it
can equally bring you pain, something you love can only bring you joy, not
bliss, and the not-so-unpleasant drudge of doing something you do not love can
bring an equally dull pain, eating away at your emotions, burning you out.

When choosing a love as a profession, be careful not to be
completely a fool, choose something that you enjoy that will provide for you
and yours a good life, a love that will pay back your love well in financial
aspects, for you will have other loves to fulfill the other parts of your life.
And with all of your loves, take care, because love must not override faith.
Faith in whatever you hold dear, whatever your guiding light is, because even
love can pull you off your path, no matter what that path is.

Faith itself is essential with love, because while truth is
important, doubt is a painful tool of destruction that is the counterpoint to
faith and brings pain more often than faith will. And that is it. I would
like to end this with faith, as we all should end with faith, and not let it
wither like a rose in fall.

'cause "
They all laughed at Christopher Columbus when he said the world
was round

They all laughed when Edison recorded sound

They all laughed at Wilbur and his brother when they said that
man could fly

They told Marconi wireless was a phony, it's the same old cry

They laughed at me wanting you, said I was reaching for the
moon

But oh, you came through, now they'll have to change their
tune

They all said we never could be happy, they laughed at us and
how!

But ho, ho, ho! Who's got the last laugh now?"

A man's quest in this great land

is a woman's love and wedded hand

and in my quest for my true mate

I've found many women lookin for fate

.

I've found women that make me laugh

and women that drive me wild

women that turn me red

and she who makes me smile

I've done it!

I have summed up everything into four steps, with three repeating themselves!

The comedy behind it is lossed somewhat in the drawing, and the explanation is really a verbal thing, so if it confuses you, talk to me about it.

And of course, this is really more a comic oversimplification of the universe as drawn from the bible, and is neither supposed to suggest anything positive or negative thought of either christianity or anything else, and was mostly stemmed from a... different sort of thought I had on a whim.

We all know of that illusive internet mate. That perfect, shy girl that is too good to be true. You flirt, exchange stories, and pictures, not knowing that the sweet girl on the other end of the line is taking pictures from an old british magazine and is really a 40 year old sweat-soaked fag in a turquoise robe.

I'll risk that, but I won't be so stupid about it.

I'm on facebook. I have friends. I venture throughout groups looking for cool people to talk with every now and then. And sure, if I end up approving the friendship of transvestite that speaks finnish and has a picture of fishnet stalking-laced legs so be it! I'm sure s/he's worth a few laughs every now and then. But I'm not really looking for the pervert. Who is? No, if I could actually meet someone over the internet, that would be pretty cool.

And it seems in my quest to find that amazing, intelligent yet shy girl over the internet I've found a new tool, and new "girls" to be suspicious of.

Facebook now has a hotornot.com application. And sure, I've checked in at a whopping 3.5 (I'm assuming 1 is the best) But I don't think that's really good enough. No, that won't help me, but now hotornot has an extremely useful feature: meet me!

yes, you can scan through a wide assortment of women and from a 10-50 (or more, if dey typ lyk dis) word introduction and a few pictures they've carefully submitted you can judge whether you want to meet them or not.

I have spent just about 2 shatner-hours (counted by bill himself, which ends up being about 2 weeks in real time) clicking away with this amazing device, and already I have gotten 4 double-matches, which occurs when the girl you click that you want to meet clicks back (usually with a wink).

Of those four, I've found one golden girl. Bright, becconing eyes, soft, short blonde hair, and a smile that would melt the wings off of an angel in flight.

But of course, not all is right with this beacon of hope that is some girl on the internet that might want to meet me. In her introduction she claims that she is a "vlad deflowerer of young virgins". And while I don't have to worry about this, it seems an awfully strange thing to say in an introduction to meet guys. It's just a little too inviting.

To top it off, when I sent a message to her, I found out her full name, which starts off innocent, ends up looking curiously like "banana hunter"! Now, just to let you know I've changed a couple letters of course and left out her first name to protect the sweet young nymph's identity, in the rare case that she is truly a woman and not some creepy guy out to luring me into hooking up my webcam and showing her my... well... not that I would do that. No... uh...

Anyhow, the point stands. Anyway, she explained that the middle part of her name was more of a pen name and is really not meant to say she hunts for "bananas". She's not that kind of primate, luckily.

As you may know, when you message someone back and forth on facebook, unless they're evil prudes who have no fun, you can see that person's profile page.

So, I took a gander. Turns out she's CANADIAN!

well, that's it folks. It all makes sense.

We all know that Canada is a myth created by the Illuminati to trap young liberals with its lure of other myths such as "free health care" and "18 year drinking age".

*sigh* and I was really starting to like her, too.