“Calling ‘hero’ everyone killed in war, no matter the circumstances of their death, not only helps sustain the ethos of martial glory that keeps young men and women signing up to kill and die for the state, no matter the justice of the cause, but also saps the word of meaning, dishonouring the men and women of exceptional courage and valour actually worthy of the title.”—Political correctness: Hero inflation (via azspot)
We were each assigned an equation of a conic section for the maths project, and we essentially have to list a bunch of different situations our conic section can be applied to in real life, and then pick one and actually do work to solve the situation.
This wouldn’t be so fucking difficult if the teacher actually taught us what any of this shit is.
To the man and woman who chose to conceive a child, the result of which was me, when it fit in with their five year plan;
To the teachers who never really cared, no matter what they say;
To my fellow geeks, dweebs, et. al., who will no doubt receive more abuse upon my passing, as my tormentors will no longer have me to kick around;
To my fellow students who made my life a living nightmare when they should have focused on their education;
To those who never cared, never spoke, probably never knew my name;
To the one true friend, whose caring was the only thing that prevented this even from happening sooner;
To the God, if he does exist, who chose to play a cruel, cruel joke on me when he placed me where he did and surrounded me with so many uncaring faces;
To all of you, goodbye.
I am leaving a world to which I never truly belonged or fit in. Do not weep for me, or mourn my passing. I say this not because I expect to be missed, but to allow those who truly did not care go on with their lives with a clean conscience and dry eyes. I know you don’t want to weep for me. So don’t. But I do ask you to listen to the final words of a young man who has taken charge of his own destiny.
Statues built for bastards, monuments to thieves who carved The name of the white man on the backs of the trees that Hung black bodies like ornaments. Monuments to thieves. Erections for your heros: the liars & the thieves who hung The name of the white man on the signs of our streets. Monuments to thieves.
The latest indie bundle is a tad confusing, because not all the games are exactly what we would call “indie”. However, they’re games at a cheap price and money is going to charity so I suppose we should put aside the fact that they’re starting to stray from their name and give it a chance anyways.