August 15, 2005 | 
Author A new feature here on the Monkey Diaries… the haiku movie review!
The Wedding Crashers:vaughn and wilson staroh how you two make me laughmake another one quick
Charlie & The Chocolate Factory:oh charlie bucketwhy so sad my little friend?depp steal your girl too?
March of the Penguinsflightless birds are funnyeven if the birds don’t flythe movie soars high
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I posted a comment on a blog I found through the comments on Chai & Apple Pie (if you don’t read Dawn’s blog, you should… funny, enlightening and entertaining) early today and it was removed. The blog is written by a Pakastani woman and the particular post was a response to another commenter who may or may not be an idiot. The blogger wrote a long diatribe defending Islam, decrying racial profiling, and generally trying to make comparisons between extremists from the West (David Koresh, Timothy McVeigh, etc) and Osama bin Laden.
What I wrote wasn’t in any way offensive… I simply tried to correct her about her position that David Koresh and Osama bin Laden were similar. Koresh was a nutjob who thought he was Christ and the worst that he did was horde weapons despite ATF’s repeated warnings of what would happen if he continued to accumulate weapons. Koresh’s issue with the government wasn’t one of religion, but one of perceived curtailing of his freedom to bear arms. Osama bin Laden on the other hand is an extremist Muslim who uses a religious platform to wage a war against western ideals and freedoms. The two are about as related to each other as apples are to oranges. I know that my comment made it onto her blog since I got a hit from her site to this blog shortly after posting it… I went back a few hour later and my comment was removed.
Not that big a deal really, but I often wonder why people bother with comment systems at all if they feel the need to censor what people write in response to their posts. I’ve never removed a comment with the exception of double posts or comment spam because I don’t believe in censorship of any kind. The funny part of my comment being removed is that this person railed against someone with an opposing viewpoint, called them narrowminded (not in so many words), and essentially asked that the person NEVER come back to her site.
I can’t imagine telling someone not to visit my site or read my posts especially if the disagree with what I write. In fact, I’d rather have people disagree with my posts because at least that fosters communication of ideas. I may not agree with you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn from you. Even if you call me names or ban me from your site, I still won’t prevent you from voicing your opinion (however misguided it might be) here.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck with you publicly 
The Killers rock in ways that other bands can only wish to emulate. My favorite song on Hot Fuss is All These Things That I’ve Done. I guess I can relate to the lyrics right now for a variety of reasons.
My interpretation of the lyrics? Well, I’m glad you asked. On the one hand, the song is about who you are, who you want to be, and asking help from those around you to reach your goals. I don’t ask for help. I never ask for help. The Red Queen has at one time or another pleaded with me to ask for help… to ask for… anything… something. I’d apologize, but I don’t know what to apologize for in this instance… For those of you tuning in late, I raised myself because my mother was a virtual no show for my formative years. I actually don’t really mind that particular period of my life since it made me independent and virtually maintenance free.
Warning: If you are easily offended (or so self-obsessed that you think the author is writing about you specifically) don’t read this post. In fact, go here, where you will be distracted by the pretty colors, fascinating shapes, and cute sounds. That way, the bubble you live in won’t be burst by that evil thing known as reality.
Sometimes people do or say things that just drive you completely nuts. It could be a neighbor who mows his lawn every other Sunday at 6 am, or it could be your sister-in-law who gives you government surplus cheese she steals from the foodbank she volunteers at, or it could be your significant other who talks during your favorite TV shows or at the movies.
Some of us are more tolerant than others and handle these situations like a patient parent who doesn’t want to ruin the child’s budding self-esteem. I am not one of these people. I tend to respond in a highly incendiary manner… which is to say that I’ll throw a few F-bombs out there just to see where they stick.
I like to believe I’m a patient person. I’ve worked four different Special Olympics in Southern California, dealing specifically with people whose main form of communication is throwing handfuls of shit at passersby. I should be fucking sainted! The fact is I know how to count to ten when I’m frustrated and now how to diffuse my own anger. But for some strange reason, I have very little tolerance for certain types of behavior. I… just… can’t… do… it!
If I encounter a stranger doing something that is slightly less than rational, I can look the other way… ignore them completely, in fact. If I know them and know also that they have an IQ well above that of a handful of sand, I can get pretty annoyed. I guess I just expect people to function with more intelligence than a boiled turnip, but when they don’t, I lose it… well, at least I’m at a loss as to how best to proceed.
Sure, some of you might say, “Fuck E, that’s pretty fucking lame… mean… insensitive… blah… blah… snivel… whine!” If those particular labels don’t fit or don’t do your particular brand of outrage justice, choose your own favorite passive aggressive word and let ‘er rip. Of course, I tend to think with my brain and not with my dick or my ovaries, so I’m a bit different than a lot of people. That said, I also know that the problem isn’t the people around me… it is me. I’m big enough and smart enough to understand that. I sometimes lay in the dark and wish for some event that changes me forever. In fact, I wish that I might suffer some form of brain damage in some horrific event… At this point, I wouldn’t mind if it was extremely painful. Something to make the wheels in my head to spin slower… then at least I would be more in tune with the world around me…
Oh my god! I’m a humanist? A humanist is someone who holds that the universe exists for no purpose. That we are the result of a blind and random process that does not necessitate any kind of meaning. Humanism differs from the more extreme philosophy of nihilism, in that life can have a meaning if we assign a meaning to it. Life is only worth living if we ourselves make it worthwhile and enjoyable. There are different flavors of humanism (secular, religious, etc)… I think I’m more of a religious humanist since I believe in a higher power, just think there should be a separation between church and state… I’m gonna read up more on humanism and see where I fall.
