Taken from Newt Gingridge's speech at the 2009 GOP Senate/House Fundraising Dinner:
First, we must strengthen our unique American civilization. Let me be clear, I am not a citizen of the world. I think that the entire concept is intellectual nonsense and stunningly dangerous. There is no world sovereignty, there is no world system of law - there is in fact no circumstance under which I would like to be a citizen of North Korea, Zimbabwe, Venezuela, Cuba, or Russia. I am a citizen – I am a citizen of the United States of America. And, the rest of this speech is about the United States of America.
What the hell is that? Excuse me, but there are responsibilities that everyone must uphold, just by being on this earth. It is this type of American Ignorance(TM) that has gotten us into the hell hole we're in now. Please think next time before you try to rig on Obama's reaching out to the rest of the world. Maybe if you thought that part of your speech through you would have found, surprise, surprise, Regan said that "I am a citizen of the world" line once before.
I would rather be a citizen of the world along side Regan than be a citizen of America along side you, sir.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
"The Future of Affirmative Action"
Very, very interesting debate. I must say that I for one, feel that Affirmative Action is a blessing. I do think that it did play a role in my college admittances. However, there is need to discuss what it is today, and what it needs to become in the future. I found this video to be rather informative.
Prom: The Pinnacle of the Collective High School Existance
A little over a week late, I orginally planned to post this last Saturday. Oh wells, better late than never - Enjoy!
After months of steadfast refusal to attend, I ended up going. During the 'senior trip' to the nearest Six Flags, my guidance counselor did in two minutes what my fews couldn't do weeks on end - convince me to get my sorry behind to go. How ashamed I was that my convictions - however antisocial or stuck up they were - about not going came tumbling down at a mere look. This was in the morning and by the end of that day, I had myself a date.
I move very quickly.
I must say that I was shocked that my date didn't already plan to attend the event with someone else. There were six days till prom and she is a lot more popular than she seems to realize, or at least pretends to realize. I can't imagine that no one had bothered to ask, so how lucky was I? Granted, she wasn't the only one I had asked. Before I entered my stage of "Prom is the devil" line of reasoning, there were at least two people I had asked. One of the girls is so far away and the other has literally dropped off the face of the earth. But hey, with the date situation solved, I didn't really have any need to fret.
Fast-forwarding six days, plans for prom were completed. The limo was rented - thank you Brandon, Corsage was picked up, and sleeping argements had been made. Seeing as how difficult it is to organize my group of friends, I'm still shocked everyone moved so quickly. Yet, the biggest shock was Prom itself.
Prom was - as much as I don't care to admit it - FUN. No clickiness
from my grade; everyone just had enjoyed themselves. I was told that I would regret not going and I must say that I actually would have. And time just seemed to melt away. I can't believe how disappointed I was to hear that midnight had aproched us so soon.
Of course, the repricussions of that night was something to behold. A certain set of photos surfaced on Facebook, causing a recus for the eniter weekend and - much more closer to home - brought some issues to light. Things that weren't really paid any mind before took center stage. A week later, and I'm still not sure what truly happened.
At least I wasn't bored, right?
After months of steadfast refusal to attend, I ended up going. During the 'senior trip' to the nearest Six Flags, my guidance counselor did in two minutes what my fews couldn't do weeks on end - convince me to get my sorry behind to go. How ashamed I was that my convictions - however antisocial or stuck up they were - about not going came tumbling down at a mere look. This was in the morning and by the end of that day, I had myself a date.
I move very quickly.
I must say that I was shocked that my date didn't already plan to attend the event with someone else. There were six days till prom and she is a lot more popular than she seems to realize, or at least pretends to realize. I can't imagine that no one had bothered to ask, so how lucky was I? Granted, she wasn't the only one I had asked. Before I entered my stage of "Prom is the devil" line of reasoning, there were at least two people I had asked. One of the girls is so far away and the other has literally dropped off the face of the earth. But hey, with the date situation solved, I didn't really have any need to fret.
Fast-forwarding six days, plans for prom were completed. The limo was rented - thank you Brandon, Corsage was picked up, and sleeping argements had been made. Seeing as how difficult it is to organize my group of friends, I'm still shocked everyone moved so quickly. Yet, the biggest shock was Prom itself.
Prom was - as much as I don't care to admit it - FUN. No clickiness
from my grade; everyone just had enjoyed themselves. I was told that I would regret not going and I must say that I actually would have. And time just seemed to melt away. I can't believe how disappointed I was to hear that midnight had aproched us so soon.
Of course, the repricussions of that night was something to behold. A certain set of photos surfaced on Facebook, causing a recus for the eniter weekend and - much more closer to home - brought some issues to light. Things that weren't really paid any mind before took center stage. A week later, and I'm still not sure what truly happened.
At least I wasn't bored, right?
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