Elect Obama Day (And Everybody's Celebrating)

The day is coming. Time stops for no mouse and it certainly stops for no country, no matter how great its need might be. This is unfortunate because, at the moment, it is incredibly clear to me that Barack Obama is going to win the upcoming presidential election. Right now he has John McCain outmatched. He is above and beyond a better speaker which gives him an incredible advantage over McCain, especially in the face of the woefully ignorant American public. His attack ads have been better received, although whether they have more merit than McCain's is open to debate. And finally, he has been able to sit back and allow McCain to undermine himself. McCain recently named Alaskan governor Sarah Palin as his vice president nominee, which detracts from his argument that Obama is too inexperienced for office. Maybe something will come up between now and November, but I doubt it. Which leaves one finally rallying point for the republicans. We cannot hold less than 41 Senate seats. If the democrats gain 60 seats the republicans ability to filibuster will be lost, allowing the democrats to pass virtually any legislation that they want. Which is very, very scary. So I implore upon you, republicans and independents, even if you do not like McCain please go out and vote for your local republican congressmen. Otherwise America could be headed down a dark and terrible path.

Organized Stream of Consciousness

If you haven't guessed, I am a big fan of hip-hop/rap music. This music genre is one that has definitely gained a reputation for promoting sex and violence. In fact, one may be led to believe that every rapper is a weapon carrying pimp or even that inner cities like New York and Compton are filled with hustlers and gangstas. Now I cannot claim to have grown up in "the ghetto" or to possess a lot of "street knowledge". However, I would say it is a good assumption that not only are inner cities not filled to the brim with these drug dealers and killers, but many of these rappers who claim to be such people may not really be so "thug". In fact, if rappers made good on all of their claims and boasts record companies would have to make studios in prisons in order to make more records.

It is clear to me that many of these claims are made in the name of entertainment. Just as actors take on new personas when they film a movie, there are artists who take on a different persona when they rap. It is a great idea too, because it sells records. Nobody wants to hear rap music about a desk job, that just isn't exciting. It is commonly said that the biggest market for rap music is white suburban kids. White suburban kids find stories of the thug life exciting. It is a life entirely different from the one they live, and as a result it is incredibly intriguing.

There isn't really a deep message hidden within this post, it is more of an observation to be shared. Perhaps this observation is one that is perfectly obvious to you, and I am a simpleton who just figured out what you have always known. And if that is true, I offer my congratulations. But then again, a blog can allow me to simply make observations without any clear, underlying meaning. So rappers are entertainers who may not really be thugs, okay. What's the point? Well, there isn't one. This is more of a focused stream of consciousness post than anything else. How else can I explain the transition from rappers to what I can do as a blogger? I can't, but I don't care. Nor do I have to, because unlike publications, I answer to nobody. Of course I don't make any money and clearly not many people visit this blog. But maybe someday that will change. And hopefully at that time I will still be able to grab my computer and shift from topic to topic with no reservation. Otherwise I'll be giving up on why I blog in the first place.

Xikkwfw

good title ay?  it says college if you're wondering.  Brian and I have recently endeavored to go to a mysterious institution known as a University.  We shall never be the same again.

After one week at this place known as CMU, I'd say that this is a fairly good thing.  Relationships have been formed, classes have been attended (sometimes in vain), food has been had, and ERS has been played many a time; and yet there are still 31 more weeks in the year.  

I think Brian would agree with me when I say that college has been, and will be, a great experience.  The people that we have met have been interesting and I love them all.  While some do things that I don't believe in, or hold different views than myself, or no views on some things that I consider very important, I would never trade any of them in.  They are some of the coolest people I know, and can really open up their hearts, minds, and souls to someone like me, a near stranger.  So if any of them read this: 

You are awesome

For real

I'm Back

I'm sure all of you devoted fans of We Aren't Robots have noticed that I haven't posted anything substantial in a while. Unfortunately since mid-July I have not had many chances to blog anything worth reading. A two week trip to Hawaii plus another week spent as a camp counselor alongside college preparation and hanging out with all the friends I won't see for a while take up a lot of time. However, college has arrived and I am close to finally finishing my moving in. Once that is done I promise you loyal readers that you will once again be able to read some (hopefully) interesting blog posts from myself.

The Waiting Game

The best things in life are worth waiting for.

I know, way to start off with a cliché, but I did, so get over it.

Anyway, to say that it isn't true is a total lie and you know it.

I, however, digress.  The Olympics are going on, and this weekend Russia invaded Georgia (not the state you nincompoop), and John Edwards admits that he's had an affair... Wow.

The Olympics are clearly something that are worth the wait, and in fact, if there was no wait they would quickly lose their luster.  Russia waits to attack Georgia, and avoids the complaint and the breaking of international law of launching a preemptive war (even if it really was preemptive anyway).  And Edwards waits to tell everyone about his affair.  

The Olympics are generally regarded as a good thing, and therefore I will leave it out of this discussion.

But Russia... Oh Russia...

Russia tried to avoid the whole stickiness of international law by waiting for some of it's soldiers to be accidentally killed so that it could attack Georgia.  They saw what happened to the US in the eyes of the world, and decided that even though the US has set the precedent of getting away with illegal wars, that they would like support and therefore would wait it out.  This is of course merely speculation.  Turns out they misjudged the world and didn't realize that the world doesn't like war anymore.  They are apparently very messy endeavors, of which no one really wins anything, because no one side is completely victorious.  And so Russia is in a mess.  So now the question is "Was it worth it?"  The answer is: probably not.  The world is not going to let Russia keep Georgia, and, let's be honest, that was Russia's ultimate goal in this.  But alas, the best thing is worth waiting for.  Though I wish that it would come now, Russia and our own country, and Israel, and Sudan, and many other countries seem content on making me wait.  By the way, the best thing is in fact peace.  Oh how glorious that would be.

And John Edwards... another man who succumbed to lust.  As many men know, these urges can be... difficult.... to control.  And many men do fall.  Maybe not to an affair, but perhaps to pornography, or just an inability to commit because they want as many women (or men) as possible.  And so men fall.  And it is never pretty.  And it never feels good.  It is said that men have two brains, and only the weaker of the two is high enough on the body to think clearly, but it is in fact the weaker.  Or to put it simply: Men have a one track mind.  This is, in fact, entirely 

False.

If it wasn't then the world would not be what it is today.  After all up until very recently in history, men controlled everything.  If this was true than there would be a whole lot more people in the world and no technology to speak of.

So why do men have this stereotype and why do so many fall?

That's easy... kind of...

Women just don't know how to keep us focused on what matters.  It's terrible in today's society, where many girls wear clothing that leaves very little up to a mans imagination.  But that's not the problem... or at least not all of it.

Let's be honest.  Women are beautiful.  boys are taught now to look for beauty in two very distinct spots, which, ironically, are the hardest parts to actually see without any covering over them.  Boys learn quickly to find a third spot, a.k.a. the face.  Why?  Because women don't like men starring at the other two spots, and so we try to accommodate, if only just a little bit.

This is unfortunate.  If men decided to be less accommodating and more curious, we would find that women are quite surprisingly beautiful.  If you are a man that has come so far that falling is impossible, then you know this.  If not, then you may still know this, you just really like the whole lust factor, or rather you're addicted to it.  You probably actually abhor it and what it has made you.

If I sound crazy then you should try it on for size.  Really look at a woman.  Top to bottom.  Yes, even those two areas that normally receive your attention.  Those areas might be the most sexual areas, but are they really the parts that move you?

Does her hair, and the way it flows and captures light not move you?  Or how about her eyes?  You surely know that her eyes are full of passion, yet are tender and powerful.  How about her ears?  What?  Didn't think to look there?  Well... do.  Her ears are a delicate part of her that allow her to use her lips to speak to you and respond to you.  Oh yes, the ears are indeed a beautiful part to her. 

I could keep going, but I would like for you to figure some of the stuff out for yourself.  Men, we don't need to fall.  I believe that it is a struggle that all men go through, while being unnecessary, it is still something that we deal with.  But, oh the beauty of the female body.  Every part of her should illicit an emotional response.  A Joy if you will.  If you are single then look at women with joy until you find one you can focus on.  If in a relationship, then learn who she is.  Be mesmerized by her.  Learn every part of her, but do it with the intention of finding joy in her.  In every single part of her.

This is far more fulfilling than any fall could ever be.  Let her be your world.  It's O.K., she won't mind, and neither will you.  And the best part is, that you won't have to fall, and you won't have to wait.  You see because waiting to me sounds like you've been wanting something.  But if you do what I've told you to do then waiting is not something that you'll have to do, because you won't want to.  She can sustain you without sex.  And when you're ready, when the "wait" is over it will have been worth it.  

So I guess that since you won't actually be waiting then I must admit I was wrong, because I did not finish what I needed to say.

The best thing in life is worth waiting for, but you don't need to, because the best thing in life is not sex, but the joy of her.

To bad Edwards didn't get the memo.

Grant me wisdom

On Wednesday I had my wisdom teeth removed.  I remember being a little nervous before starting, after all it was my first surgery I've ever had.  But I digress.  After they put the gas on me I was just sitting there, and then I realized that just sitting there staring at the ceiling was putting me to sleep faster.  So I decided to not keep my focus on any one thing for to long.  After all, why not challenge myself, and fight the gas.  Never-the-less the doctor came in and the put an IV in me with some extra sedative power.  Not to give up I kept fighting.  How long I actually lasted I don't know.  After the IV was put in my memory gets foggy...  I can only guarantee that I was awake for about a minute after that.  From here it gets really foggy.  I don't remember waking up, and I'm more convinced that the recovery room I remember isn't real, but is something I made up to try and fill in my the gaps in my memory.  I don't remember getting into my car, and up until my mother reminded me, I didn't remember that I was in excruciating pain at that point.  And I only remember the fact that it had brought me to tears, but have no memory of the actual pain that I felt.  My surgery was done at 2:00 pm, and I really don't remember anything before 6:00 pm that day.

One of my pastors had joked before my surgery that "I should try and keep some wisdom"  I hope I did, and if not, may God Grant me some more.