Archive for June, 2007

Temporary changes

In light of recent events, I have decided that shorter, more frequent blogs should become the norm, at least temporarily. Spacing these blogs is very difficult, so please forgive any awkward spacings that may appear, as I am experimenting with spacing methods.

A few notes for today: First, Kakunaman has left for the front lines, as his shoulder has fully recovered. Secondly, I have discovered that I can no longer post comments on anyone else’s spaces. I will still be reading each and every one, but I cannot comment. (I may have already mentioned that, I’m not sure). Finally, PBR is disappointing, to the point where I consider it unworthy of using its full name. It comes nowhere near its predecessors of 7 years back, and is an insult to their name. That is all.


I have both good news and bad news. The bad news is that the virus has claimed the hard drive, and so now the temple’s main systems are entirely unusable. The good news is that our auxilliary system (also known as the Wii) is up and running. Much like the British in 1940, it shall be business as usual for The Union, despite overwhelming adversity. The only notable differences will be in length of blogs and in spelling/grammar accuracy.

Bellij will not be able to cripple us that easily.



A virus has found its way into the temple’s systems. Likely the work of Bellij or associates. Typing is nearly impossible, as the monitor displays an inverted image. We will be out of commission for the next little while.
With regrets,

Three Rules

For a time now, I have kept silent on this issue of gun violence, school shootings, and the like. I said nothing about Virginia Tech, and I said nothing after Mr. Manners, a 15 year old boy living in Toronto, was gunned down. I stayed quiet. After looking at some political cartoons, however, I feel inspired to speak out.
How could cartoons have inspired me? Bear with me, I shall give a brief explanation.
About a week ago, I was reading news about everyone’s favourite celebrity, Paris Hilton, and how she was being forced to serve her full sentence as was the original plan. I then proceeded to look at some political cartoons on the subject. Every cartoon poked fun at her in one way or another. See for the basic idea of it.
I then decided to look at various other cartoons by the same authors, and I stumbled upon the Virginia Tech Massacre page. Interested, I decided to look at some of these cartoons, hoping to get some humour out of a sad situation. What I found were various pictures of a defeated Uncle Sam asking "Why?"

And upon seeing these pictures, I was led to the obvious question: Why? Why had this happened?

So I did some research. Here’s what Cho had to say:

"Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon on a cross? And left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?…I didn’t have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It’s not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you [fucked], I did it for them… When the time came, I did it. I had to…You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."

That’s enough evidence for me. The other side of the story reaffirms this, and even if it didn’t… Even if the other side of the story conflicted with what Cho said here, Cho is still right.


Because if someone says "He’s bothering me", and another person says "I’m not bothering him!", the former person is the one who is always to be believed, because what bothers someone differs from person to person.

On top of this, there are reports from his middle school and high school teachers, as well as former classmates that he was frequently bullied for various reasons, including the fact that he didn’t talk much.

Now, you are all educated people. Tell me, what happens when people are bullied during their preteen and teen years? What happens when you kill their self-esteem at this crucial point in their lives? Many will recover. A few will not. These few become permenantly scarred.

What happens to those who are permenantly scarred? Some will seek therapy. Some will seek an easy way out through suicide. And some will want to take as many people out with them as they can.

Not many people will take the latter route, but a few will. So few that we only see one of them every 5-10 years or more, but everytime we see one, dozens die. We’re the ones planting the seeds.

Rule #1: Don’t provoke people senselessly, and you won’t need to worry.


Now then, what about Eric and Dylan of Columbine fame?

They had different motives than Cho, but the same story. Bullied throughout high school. Of course.

Something interesting is that Eric had a mental problem: He was a psychopath with a superiority complex. Which brings me to my second point: You don’t always know if someone is mentally ill. If you make fun of a mentally ill person, what you’re doing is more damaging to the person than if they weren’t mentally ill. How can you tell for sure if someone is mentally ill? You can’t.

Rule #2: Don’t provoke people senselessly, and you won’t need to worry.


And now let’s turn to Mr. Manners. 15 years old, and he’s dead. Why? Well, apparently he decided it would be funny to shoot a firecracker at someone older than him. As a prank, you see. In retaliation, he was gunned down. And that’s it, he’s dead at 15.

Now, in this case, the gunman has a clear motive. He could have been killed by the firecracker, after all.

My question is, what in the name of sam hell was Mr. Manners thinking? Clearly he wasn’t thinking at all. Did he deserve what he got? Absolutely. If you do something that could kill someone, you can’t expect that someone will let you go unharmed.

Now then, I could be wrong here. Its entirely possible that the killer and Mr. Manners had a history of some kind together. In that case, the blame would fall to whoever started the whole thing. However, with the information I have, I must put the blame on Mr. Manners for his own demise.

Rule #3: Don’t provoke people senselessly, and you won’t need to worry.


Alas, these three rules are not enough. Just because you follow them doesn’t mean that everyone else will, and you could end up dead because everyone else pissed off John Smith when he was in high school, and he snapped. For these three rules to work, we need all of society to change, not just a few people.

It only takes one person to light a fuse, but the explosion kills dozens. I guess we all have it coming to us though, don’t we.

Conversation #7

s3h: Apostle?
Apo: Yes, s3c0ndh4nd?
s3h: I seem to have reached a dead end in my research. For the last few weeks I have been unable to make any headway, because life doesn’t seem to make any sense to me at this time. If anything, I’m moving backwards, as some of my theories have been made moot. I think that perhaps I just need another perspective to help get my mind flowing again. Could you help me?
Apo: I already know what your problem is.
s3h: Do you? Well, tell me then.
Apo: You’re thinking with your mind.
s3h: Well that’s fairly obvious… Do you expect me to think with my liver?
Apo: No, no. Think with your heart, instead. Or better yet, don’t think at all. Just feel.
s3h: I beg your pardon, but I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to say. 
Apo: Alright… Tell me, which type of love are you researching right now?
s3h: Type of love? Well, the love between a man and a woman, I suppose.
Apo: Okay, so what do you know about this type of love?
s3h: I know that it is easily confused with lust, and that it has been bastardized over the years to the point where the term is even used to describe inanimate objects. I know that it is nearly impossible to find, but once found, it is the greatest feeling on earth. In the process of finding it, the vast majority of people will be hurt, yet those who persevere to the end will be rewarded.
Apo: Have you ever felt it for yourself?
s3h: Most certainly not!
Apo: Then how have you come to these conclusions?
s3h: Observation. I look for people who have found, or claim to have found love, and I study their habits. I look at their appearance, their behaviors, their moods, their friends, and their words, amongst other things, and I analyze this information, and from there I come up with conclusions.
Apo: See, there’s your problem. You’re analyzing too much. As I said, don’t think with your mind, instead-
s3h: If I don’t analyze, then how am I supposed to compose ideas? There are no tools in my trade, except my mind. Without it, I have nothing.
Apo: Your mind knows nothing.
s3h: Excuse me?
Apo: No! Sorry, I didn’t mean that how it sounded. I meant that on this particular subject, your mind is powerless. All minds are. The mind has nothing to do with love. Thinking about it won’t help you at all. You need to use your heart instead.
s3h: So you mean I should…
Apo: Exactly. Feel it. Don’t think, just feel.
s3h: Well you’ve given me quite a bit to think about. I believe I shall retire for the night.
Apo: Goodnight then.
s3h: Goodnight.
Feel with my heart? Sorry apostle, but that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Those that rely on their hearts are fools. Their story has been repeated a thousand times. They preach about how much love fills their heart, and then mere months later, they cry about how they’ve lost everything, and how they will never trust any member of the opposite sex again. A few months later, somehow, they heal and begin the cycle again. No… the heart is a cunning liar, I will give it credit for that, but it is something to be supressed, not used for any scientific purpose. It is nothing but an interference which a higher power has put in humans for the purpose for testing our mettle. Some conquer it, and some are conquered by it. I have no pity for the latter.