Men and women are NOT equal. It’s okay, take your time and think about it.
Fact:Men are physically stronger than women. Men are the hunters of the human race. We’re designed to have strength so that we may hunt, kill and drag the food back to the homestead.
Fact:Women are mentally stronger than men. Women are designed to keep order within the family unit. They must make sure their progeny can survive, and nurture them to full health; mentally and physically.
So far, so good. I know I’ve pissed off some people who’s egos are just too fragile, but I don’t care, it’s the truth.
Men and women are… Complimentary. If you’ve ever taken a geometry class, you should recall that two angles that add up to 90° are considered “complimentary”. One angle could be 1° and the other would need to be 89°. They work together to achieve a goal - a 90° (or Right) angle.
Men and women compliment each other in how they live together; in the house, community, society at large. If men could handle it all, there would only be men on the planet. If women could handle it all, there would only be women.
Fuck all. If people disagree with the simple idea presented heretofore, then they’re idiots, and convincing them will never occur. They’ll just live out their life of idiocy until they either realize the truth, or die.
Hopefully the latter, and sooner rather than later.
The idea that one does not “Rest In Peace”, to me, is a bit absurd. This is because I’ve given the idea some thought over the years. Having dealt with death at a young age, I have had plenty of time to come to terms with the subject.
The person is dead, they are at rest, no matter the circumstances surrounding their death. However, the people who are still alive and must deal with the grief are those not at peace. Once that person has come to accept the terms of the deceased, it then becomes a point of the victim as having finally “rested in peace”.
I live in the city of Los Angeles, yet I do not know the names of my fellow city dwellers. However, we all live in this city together. We are all “Angelinos”.
I live in the state of California, yet I do not know the names of my fellow state dwellers. However, we all live in this state together. We are all “Californians”.
I live in the country of the United States of America, yet I do not know the names of my fellow country dwellers. However, we all live in this country together. We are all “Americans”.
I live on a rocky planet called ‘Earth’, yet I do not know the names of my fellow Earth dwellers. However, we all live on this planet together. We are all “Earthlings”.
I live within the vastness of space in an enormous conglomeration of stars, dust, and planets called the Milky Way Galaxy, yet I do not know the names of my fellow galaxy dwellers. However, we all live in this galaxy together…
I live in the chaotic and supremely humbling confines of our Universe, yet I do not know the names of my fellow Universe dwellers. However, we all live in this Universe together…
I’ve been told that “money changes a man” for many, many years. But I believe otherwise. I’m of the understanding that money reveals who you are, and nothing more. But does that mean only the acquisition of funds reveals you, or is there something more?
Just this last week on Tuesday (September 25, 2012), as I was walking out of the Library with a new friend of mine, an older gentleman dropped $40 on the ground. At this point - considering that I’m homeless, jobless, and hard up for funds - I decided the best thing to do was to pick the money up and give it back to him.
Seemed the right thing to do.
Strange thing happened, he refused. What it came down to was that he didn’t understand a single word I said, couldn’t speak any English, and I couldn’t speak Spanish. He thought I was giving him something that wasn’t his, or that’s what it appeared to be. Fortunately, a passerby who was able to translate informed him that I found the money that he dropped, which included recent receipts. He gladly took his money and continued on.
One might say that I’m insane: a homeless guy with essentially no cash on hand doesn’t pick the money up and run? Well, money does not change us, it reveals us.
But I feel something has been overlooked with this whole money thing. You see, if acquiring money doesn’t change you and reveals who you are, then so too can the lack of funds. Why not, right? Take my anecdote, for instance. I may be one of few people in my position to return the money, but I did it because I personally felt it was the right thing to do.
So then we need to look at the middle, and conclude that no matter where you are on the spectrum of wealth, who you are will remain the same. This leads to an interesting thought.
[“Money” is the first song I can recall hearing in my life.]
I don’t think I need to provide any kind of proof that there are greedy rich people, greedy poor people, and greedy middle-class people. Greed spans the gamut of wealth and permeates it to its core. Some have stated to me that because money is a construct of man, that we’ve created greed. But I feel that their viewpoint it a bit myopic. Greed does not only come in the form of money, it is simply an incessant and selfish desire to more.
It seems that no matter what, greedy people will always exist. And, really, the only thing we can do about it is attempt to call them out on their behavior, and reveal them for who they are. Hopefully, doing this will ruin their reputation.
Isn’t that what Money really is? It’s just paper reputation. Allow me to clarify.
In a barter system, one person trades a good or service for another good or service in such a way that they feel the value of each good/service is equivalent to the other. (Value is a subjective term, so the value one of item may change depending on circumstance and many other variables, but that’s really for another day.) What if, however, you don’t have any possessions or services that you can provide, or that the other person with whom you are bartering has no need? What do you do?
You can do something we all generally do, and back yourself up with your reputation. You go get five people you know who like you to sign a document saying you’re good for the computer you want to barter for. The names on the list are names the guy selling the computer trusts, so he gives you the computer. But then something like this happens later, but on the flip side, and thus you’re even.
You just traded money.
Money is pretty much worthless on its own. It’s just linen with ink on it. But we value it highly because it permits us top trade for goods and services.
Money isn’t the root of all evil, greed is. It’s just that people focus more on money because it’s a neutral tool of its own accord. Without people valuing it or devaluing it, it simply sits there and is worthless.
When you focus more on the money than the greed (which, as stated before, exists within all socioeconomic realms), then you’re likely to be building a better world. Trying to get “money out of politics” isn’t going to cut it. Because it’s not the money that’s the issue.
The idea that someone is looking down at their phone while they are opperating a motor vehicle is rarely (if ever) debated to be anything but horrific.
I’m here to tell you otherwise.
Pretty bold statement - claiming that texting-while-driving is “good”? Yes, actually. But not in the short term.
The simple reason: Future Progress
How? Well, that requires a bit of explanation. Let’s first consider why texting-while-driving can actually be a good thing: someone who is good at something generally does not fail at that thing, right? So it stands to make sense that if someone is good at texting-while-driving, they aren’t going to be bad at it, and, as a result (or lack thereof), they will pose a significantly lower risk regarding an accidental collision due to this behavior.
You might be saying that it’s less likely that someone will be good at texting-while-driving, and more likely that people are inherently bad at it, thus promoting the behavior is bad because that will cause more accidents and unnecessary deaths.
Here’s where my Devil’s Advocacy somes into play: Good! Let ‘em die off!
Darwin Awards are rewarded for a reason, people dying because they did something they could not succeed at doing, in as much as the act of failure is cause enough for death. Kill off the gene pool who can’t text-while-driving, and allow those who can to continue to perpetuate the species, whilst creating offspring who are more likely to be able to text-while-driving.
Why is this important? And why does it appear that my ethics have been thrust out the window into a burning pile of wretched garbage?
Because, in this case, things are as they appear.
Have you seen any movies with high quality unrealistic technological interfaces?
As seen here, in the movie District 9, there was a point where one of the Insectoid-like alien species [Prawns] had interacted with the controls of the spaceship that was docked on the ground in Johannesburg, South Africa. These controls were of a holographic nature and the Prawn essentially was not “touching” them, and yet it was touching them, because it was interacting with the controls.
Again, how does this relate to texting-while-driving? Allow me to futher provide a connection to something more current and a bit jarring to some:
As you can see, here is a 1-year old girl playing with an iPad. When I initially saw this footage, I was rather astonished at how well she could manipulate the iPad…also the fact that she didn’t completely destroy it, as she is a 1-year old, after all. However, the comments in the video got me to thinking. Many people were upset that the young girl was going to lose her sense of tactile sensation and that she would be ruined as a person. This, as is evidenced by the video itself, is mere fallacy.
You see. She uses her fingers to manipulate the iPad, and attempts to manipulate a magazine, the latter of which proves more difficult for her. This is the stage at which human beings of her age will come to be different people from the rest of us in the following years. She will likely never know the nostalgic sense of flipping a page in a book, something I personally enjoy. Her motor skills still function. Her tactile sensation still functions. Everything still works - shewillunderstand the physics of the world without issue.
She will also understand that which we do not.
What kind of technology will exist in 2020, in the next 8 years? The iPhone came out in 2007, 5 years ago. Look at how things have advanced. This young girl is now two years old; in 2020 she’ll be 10; in 2030, she’ll be 20. When she’s 20 years old, her behaviors will have already been ingrained into her, and she’ll be a crazy text-while-driving heart-throb. And if it’s not her, someone else will be.
Tying this in to the District 9 example, the technology we have today could very well be leading up to the techonolgy seen in District 9. We have physical interface devices that use spacial skills to manipulate the rendered graphics on screen. Yet, as time goes by, the technology will become less and less physical, as it has already begun doing so, and more and more virtual - like that of the content in District 9. It’s only a matter of time before something uses the technology like an iPad, combined with the technology of the Kinect, with something similar to Google Glass, and a smattering of Microsoft Surface.
The evolution of technology requires the evolution of human behavior - or, more accurately, the adaptation of human behavior. We need people in this world who can successfully text-while-driving so that they can produce offspring that will have effective and natural spacial multitasking skills. If we are to arrive to the point where technology is similat to Star Wars, District 9 or even Final Fantasy: The Spritis Within, then we need people who will challenge the status quo of acceptible, albeit risky, behaviors.
There may be many hurt and/or killed due to what would otherwise be considered a dangerous driving behavior. But the way I see it, the sacrifice was worth it.
(Banner image courtesy of the Texas Motor Transportation Association)
I’m sitting down on the marina in San Francisco, looking out the window of my car. I’m homeless. I’ve got nothing better to do, so I just sit in my car and watch the people walk or ride by on their bikes.
I’ve noticed a lady who comes down here four days a week, with about eight dogs. She throws…