"Who would for gain his country sell, deserves the lowest place in hell, Van Buren."
-smear that president.
-List of parties that ran this election.
-Democratic, South Carolina United Citizens, New York Working Families (Barack Obama); Republican, New York Independence, New York Conservative (John McCain); Constitution, Alaskan Independence Party, Kansas Reform, Independent Greens of Virginia (Chuck Baldwin); Libertarian (Bob Barr); Green (Cynthia McKinney); Independent, Independence-Ecology, Peace and Freedon, Michigan Natural Law, Delaware Independent, Oregon Peace, New York Populist (Ralph Nader); Prohibition (Gene Amondson); Socialist Workers (Roger Calero); Boston Tea Party (Charles Jay); Independent, America's Independent (Alan Keyes); Socialism & Liberation (Gloria La Riva); Socialist, Vermont Liberty Union Mississippi Natural Law Party (Brian Moore); Objectivist (Thomas Stevens);
-Freddy Fender born Baldemar Huerta. He is a hero to South Texas. I really like the amount of respect he gets on the comments of his youtube videos. It is unprecedented. His praise originates more in response to his character as a genuine man than to his music or live performances. The agreement on his transcendence seems universal.
-Proposition 2 in California passed with 63%.
-Gary Francione-known for animal rights, specifically (1) the property statues of animals, (2) the differences between animal rights and animal welfare, and (3) a theory of animal rights based on sentience alone, rather than on any particular characteristics.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Fear of Socialism
I was driving to work, contemplating what gets people so passionately fired up when the discussion is one of the "Socialist tenet of redistributing the wealth." Of course, said phrase has been on the tongues of those whose faces and voices grace our various media outlets. It has been linked with the economic policy of (now President-Elect) Barack Obama. What is it that makes this idea so abhorrent?
I have one idea to offer. I think about a great many people who are so disgusted by this idea of redistribution are having a major tenet of their ideology challenged. I ponder jobs that many of my friends have begun over the last few years. Amongst those, there are people who have jobs that they chose to pursue not for passion's sake, not for intellectual challenge, not out of empathy or compassion, not in an effort to make the country or world a better place, not to create anything substantial that is aesthetically valuable or utilitarian, not to serve as inpiration to others, not to assist those in need, not to discover the mysteries that remain in our sciences, not to discover the mysteries that remain in our histories or in our philosophical, social, or ecological place in the universe. Rather, these folks have chosen this or that job becuase it provides an opportunity to make a great deal of money.
What happens when you limit, in any way, the amount of money these folks can hoard? They get pissed, scared, angry, vindictive, offensive, etc...It is clear why some might have such a reaction - when you take from a person's life work the sole impetus for them having dedicated their lives thus, you leave them with a fairly dismal picture. They realize that, in work at least, they have ignored their innate desire to be happy, creative, inquisitive, helpful, risky, compassionate, empathetic, intelligent, imaginitive, etc...They realize that they have chosen to worship an idol which has proven to be without any substance when one speaks to the ultimate existential goals of a successful lifetime. This, understandably, would make one feel awful.
I have one idea to offer. I think about a great many people who are so disgusted by this idea of redistribution are having a major tenet of their ideology challenged. I ponder jobs that many of my friends have begun over the last few years. Amongst those, there are people who have jobs that they chose to pursue not for passion's sake, not for intellectual challenge, not out of empathy or compassion, not in an effort to make the country or world a better place, not to create anything substantial that is aesthetically valuable or utilitarian, not to serve as inpiration to others, not to assist those in need, not to discover the mysteries that remain in our sciences, not to discover the mysteries that remain in our histories or in our philosophical, social, or ecological place in the universe. Rather, these folks have chosen this or that job becuase it provides an opportunity to make a great deal of money.
What happens when you limit, in any way, the amount of money these folks can hoard? They get pissed, scared, angry, vindictive, offensive, etc...It is clear why some might have such a reaction - when you take from a person's life work the sole impetus for them having dedicated their lives thus, you leave them with a fairly dismal picture. They realize that, in work at least, they have ignored their innate desire to be happy, creative, inquisitive, helpful, risky, compassionate, empathetic, intelligent, imaginitive, etc...They realize that they have chosen to worship an idol which has proven to be without any substance when one speaks to the ultimate existential goals of a successful lifetime. This, understandably, would make one feel awful.
Obama Wins, Thoughts
Barack Obama, 44th President.
Quick thoughts on what probably is the busiest day of blogging in history.
I watched the coverage at Dog and Duck Pub in Austin. Needless to say, Obama supporters dominated the crowd, both in number, enthusiasm, and pitchers purchased. Though there was no volume on the televisions, the myriad of CNN's visual gimmicks kept us interested although just as ignorant to relevant information. Of course, it helped that Obama was closing states with a swiftness akin to the failings of the big wall street banks lo these last weeks and months. That kept us happy.
In the middle of the ballyhoo, someone glanced up to see updates, as the Western states were pending closure...California, Oregon, Washington, etc...As we did, the screen immediately shifted from stats, states, colors, numbers, and jumble, to the announcement that "Barack Obama [has been] elected US President." This announcement was, of course, met with resounding cheer followed by the gut wrenching suspicion that CNN's visuals guy had mashed the wrong button in the mayhem. We soon found the former be the more apt reaction. Barack Obama had been elected as the 44th President of the United States. As has been greatly publicized, he is the first African American to hold said office.
As the announcement was verified, thanks largely to the 55 electoral votes of California, we somewhat unpatiently awaited the words of both McCain, in defeat, and Obama, in historic victory. McCain, to his credit, gave quite an impressive speech. I personally lost a lot of respect for the Senator over the last year or so, which is to say that there was quite a bit to be lost. I don't necessarily think John McCain is the vindictive, aggressive, angry, conniving man he seemed to have become in the hurricane of the campaign. I was, however, quite disappointed in the crowd and their inability to be gracious in defeat, as Senator McCain so aptly was.
With that out of the way, we headed outside and awaited Obama's victory speech. I was reminded of the location as I stood listening to folks drunkenly holler and cheer. President-Elect had yet to take the podium, however, which made the interruptions trivial and representative of the excitement of the election in general. With full realization that I was watching at a bar, I found myself getting a little frustrated with the hooting and hollering during Obama's speech. Even more frustrating with said noisy, I think what killed me was the drunken conversation going on right in front of me. It wasn't even loud. I couldn't stop focusing on what they were saying, and none of it was relevant given the situation. I had to keep reminding myself that I'd be able to listen to the speech again later. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal.
Soon after the speech, we headed out. Praveen, Berto, Sarah, Dustin, Jessica, others were headed to the Driskill to meet up with Mike and Chris for party time. I headed home, and drove down Congress on the way. The sidewalks were filled with folks celebrating, likely aided by the alcohol surging through their blood and brains. To add to the cacaphony was a myriad of honking horns from fellow motorists. I was pleased by the idea that there were likely folks out 'Cruisin',' a la Smokey Robinson or American Graffiti.
I got through Congress and headed across the highway down 11th street. From the time I crossed the threshold of IH-35 into "East Austin." The mood was quite different on this side of town, which is interesting given the ramifications of the election on lower wage citizens, many of them non-white. I saw no one in the streets, heard no honking horns, saw no parties or celebrations.
I share this observation for a couple of reasons. First, in a global image sense, Obama's election can be great. In a social sense, same. Regarding the participation in our democracy, the election was awesome. For those hoping for a paradigm shift in the "American Ideology," Obama aptly serves as figurehead. One sees this reaction in the folks downtown, getting drunk, driving their cars around, prepared to show up late to work tomorrow. On the other hand, Obama's election brings with it an amount of hope that I have yet to see trumped at any other time in my life. With hope also comes accountability. The amount of support that Obama recieved from folks from all different walks of life, with varied ideologies, will also burden Obama with an equally varied and extensive deluge of expectations. My greatest hope is that the folks who couldn't afford to dwell in the ideological, the abstract, the folks who couldn't afford a night out, a day late to work, and even the car to honk in celebration, will see a tangible amelioration of their very real problems.
Coming from me, this might seem strange. I tend to dwell in the abstract. In that, I have a very real respect for the ways in which abstract things such as ideology can and do dominate the ways in which we create, discuss, and fix problems in our world. To make the surface change without altering the ideological underbelly that caused and has perpetuated the problem in the first place is moot. Indeed, such action simply deflects guilt away from the ideology and places it, in the form of self-damning, squarely on the victim of the inequality.
However, I've come to realize how much easier it is to speak about such concepts which, as some might say, "are only academic," in the comfort of my safe home, with my safe job, my college education, and my reliable vehicle I drive to work every day. It's easy to speak about such intangibles as ideology over a lunch out with colleagues and coworkers. The fact is, there are people suffering. Not only suffering from the pain of feeling secluded from a democracy, left behind in the school and work system, unable to provide the comfort of a safe home...but suffering from the all too-real poverty, malnutrition, homelessness, fear, violence, mental illness, physical sickness and pain which plagues our nation from coast to coast. We clearly need to address the institutional systems that facilitate these abhorrent situations. But we also need to get on the ground, so to speak, and prove that we care about each and every person within our borders. This, to me, is a great challenge that Obama is facing.
Quick thoughts on what probably is the busiest day of blogging in history.
I watched the coverage at Dog and Duck Pub in Austin. Needless to say, Obama supporters dominated the crowd, both in number, enthusiasm, and pitchers purchased. Though there was no volume on the televisions, the myriad of CNN's visual gimmicks kept us interested although just as ignorant to relevant information. Of course, it helped that Obama was closing states with a swiftness akin to the failings of the big wall street banks lo these last weeks and months. That kept us happy.
In the middle of the ballyhoo, someone glanced up to see updates, as the Western states were pending closure...California, Oregon, Washington, etc...As we did, the screen immediately shifted from stats, states, colors, numbers, and jumble, to the announcement that "Barack Obama [has been] elected US President." This announcement was, of course, met with resounding cheer followed by the gut wrenching suspicion that CNN's visuals guy had mashed the wrong button in the mayhem. We soon found the former be the more apt reaction. Barack Obama had been elected as the 44th President of the United States. As has been greatly publicized, he is the first African American to hold said office.
As the announcement was verified, thanks largely to the 55 electoral votes of California, we somewhat unpatiently awaited the words of both McCain, in defeat, and Obama, in historic victory. McCain, to his credit, gave quite an impressive speech. I personally lost a lot of respect for the Senator over the last year or so, which is to say that there was quite a bit to be lost. I don't necessarily think John McCain is the vindictive, aggressive, angry, conniving man he seemed to have become in the hurricane of the campaign. I was, however, quite disappointed in the crowd and their inability to be gracious in defeat, as Senator McCain so aptly was.
With that out of the way, we headed outside and awaited Obama's victory speech. I was reminded of the location as I stood listening to folks drunkenly holler and cheer. President-Elect had yet to take the podium, however, which made the interruptions trivial and representative of the excitement of the election in general. With full realization that I was watching at a bar, I found myself getting a little frustrated with the hooting and hollering during Obama's speech. Even more frustrating with said noisy, I think what killed me was the drunken conversation going on right in front of me. It wasn't even loud. I couldn't stop focusing on what they were saying, and none of it was relevant given the situation. I had to keep reminding myself that I'd be able to listen to the speech again later. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal.
Soon after the speech, we headed out. Praveen, Berto, Sarah, Dustin, Jessica, others were headed to the Driskill to meet up with Mike and Chris for party time. I headed home, and drove down Congress on the way. The sidewalks were filled with folks celebrating, likely aided by the alcohol surging through their blood and brains. To add to the cacaphony was a myriad of honking horns from fellow motorists. I was pleased by the idea that there were likely folks out 'Cruisin',' a la Smokey Robinson or American Graffiti.
I got through Congress and headed across the highway down 11th street. From the time I crossed the threshold of IH-35 into "East Austin." The mood was quite different on this side of town, which is interesting given the ramifications of the election on lower wage citizens, many of them non-white. I saw no one in the streets, heard no honking horns, saw no parties or celebrations.
I share this observation for a couple of reasons. First, in a global image sense, Obama's election can be great. In a social sense, same. Regarding the participation in our democracy, the election was awesome. For those hoping for a paradigm shift in the "American Ideology," Obama aptly serves as figurehead. One sees this reaction in the folks downtown, getting drunk, driving their cars around, prepared to show up late to work tomorrow. On the other hand, Obama's election brings with it an amount of hope that I have yet to see trumped at any other time in my life. With hope also comes accountability. The amount of support that Obama recieved from folks from all different walks of life, with varied ideologies, will also burden Obama with an equally varied and extensive deluge of expectations. My greatest hope is that the folks who couldn't afford to dwell in the ideological, the abstract, the folks who couldn't afford a night out, a day late to work, and even the car to honk in celebration, will see a tangible amelioration of their very real problems.
Coming from me, this might seem strange. I tend to dwell in the abstract. In that, I have a very real respect for the ways in which abstract things such as ideology can and do dominate the ways in which we create, discuss, and fix problems in our world. To make the surface change without altering the ideological underbelly that caused and has perpetuated the problem in the first place is moot. Indeed, such action simply deflects guilt away from the ideology and places it, in the form of self-damning, squarely on the victim of the inequality.
However, I've come to realize how much easier it is to speak about such concepts which, as some might say, "are only academic," in the comfort of my safe home, with my safe job, my college education, and my reliable vehicle I drive to work every day. It's easy to speak about such intangibles as ideology over a lunch out with colleagues and coworkers. The fact is, there are people suffering. Not only suffering from the pain of feeling secluded from a democracy, left behind in the school and work system, unable to provide the comfort of a safe home...but suffering from the all too-real poverty, malnutrition, homelessness, fear, violence, mental illness, physical sickness and pain which plagues our nation from coast to coast. We clearly need to address the institutional systems that facilitate these abhorrent situations. But we also need to get on the ground, so to speak, and prove that we care about each and every person within our borders. This, to me, is a great challenge that Obama is facing.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Response to Response to Election Day Work Note
Here's my even sillier little response to a response made to my initial silly note about a schoolyard drama. It's gotten a little complicated by this point.
"I agree wholeheartedly. I, too, believe that the current system of normalized, high-stakes, quanitifiable, compulsory grading in our public schools is rife with flaws and must be chunked. Wonderful point. We should have been approaching assessment from a formative angle, rather than implying to Sally, Barry, and Ralph that their worth can be quantified on a 4, 6, or 100 point scale. We should be explicit with our kiddos that even if Sally and Ralph both ended up with a 3.0 per, the number has a very different relative value to either student based on the route they took to get there.
Indeed, I also couldn't agree more with your desire to see an increase in our schools focus on activities outside of the very basic, required curriculum that is wrought with racism, sexism, classism, and which has helped to maintain the "achievement gaps" that we see worsening nationally. It's true, as you infer, that in our impoverished schools, many of them chock full of non-white students, the standards have been set in such a way that expectation has nothing to do with excellence in, say, choir, athletics, health, compassion, or civil service.
Rather, we've ignored their ingenuity, empathy, safety, creativity, and happiness in an effort to "learn 'em" the skills that will earn them the menial jobs that stuff our fat faces with double cheeseburgers. As you know, we do this via a highly lucrative testing system that has our students by the throats. Of course, even a hand on the throat can't deter the vomiting that occurs in 3rd grade classrooms all over the nation due to nerves about state tests. Great insight. In general, I also see that requiring our children to compete every day under the false assumption that we all have the same shot at the American Dream is damaging, untruthful, and threatening to the very ideals that we supposedly stand for. Well put. "
"I agree wholeheartedly. I, too, believe that the current system of normalized, high-stakes, quanitifiable, compulsory grading in our public schools is rife with flaws and must be chunked. Wonderful point. We should have been approaching assessment from a formative angle, rather than implying to Sally, Barry, and Ralph that their worth can be quantified on a 4, 6, or 100 point scale. We should be explicit with our kiddos that even if Sally and Ralph both ended up with a 3.0 per, the number has a very different relative value to either student based on the route they took to get there.
Indeed, I also couldn't agree more with your desire to see an increase in our schools focus on activities outside of the very basic, required curriculum that is wrought with racism, sexism, classism, and which has helped to maintain the "achievement gaps" that we see worsening nationally. It's true, as you infer, that in our impoverished schools, many of them chock full of non-white students, the standards have been set in such a way that expectation has nothing to do with excellence in, say, choir, athletics, health, compassion, or civil service.
Rather, we've ignored their ingenuity, empathy, safety, creativity, and happiness in an effort to "learn 'em" the skills that will earn them the menial jobs that stuff our fat faces with double cheeseburgers. As you know, we do this via a highly lucrative testing system that has our students by the throats. Of course, even a hand on the throat can't deter the vomiting that occurs in 3rd grade classrooms all over the nation due to nerves about state tests. Great insight. In general, I also see that requiring our children to compete every day under the false assumption that we all have the same shot at the American Dream is damaging, untruthful, and threatening to the very ideals that we supposedly stand for. Well put. "
Response to Election Day Work Note
So, this is from an attorney at my law firm. This is His/Her response to my stupid little note about a schoolyard drama.
"Like any school dispute there are always two sides to the story......
I heard there was this student Sally, who studied very hard, had a part-time job and sacrificed her social life, even missing several school functions, to study and do well in school because she wanted to a doctor. Sally's commitment earned her a 4.0. I also heard there was this other student Ralph, who didn't study so much, liked to skip class. Ralph was more interested in playing Guitar Hero, flirting with the girls and hanging out with his friends. Ralph didn't really care what he did as long as he had his comforts and ended up getting a 2.0. Then Barry, President of the Student Counsel, came along one day and told Sally that she had to give Ralph 1 point of her 4.0, so that Ralph had a chance to go to college with a 3.0. This was frustrating to Sally as both her and Ralph took the same classes. Sally did not cause any trouble or get detention or disrupt class and had a perfect attendance record. Ralph did not care about class and had no ambition. It turns out that Ralph was friends with Barry and was counting on Barry to hook him up, so he chilled out and skipped a few more classes. When Sally told Barry it should be her choice who she gives a portion of her grade point average and that she would rather give a .5 point to Donny and .5 point LaShawn because they studied very hard, did not interrupt class and volunteered at the food drive. She also told Barry that she had always given at least 1 point to other students every year, so why should she also give a point to Ralph, who is not required to give any of his grade average to anyone. She then asked Barry and his sidekick, Jerry B, how many of points of their grade point average they had given each year because they too had 4.0s. It turned out that both Barry and Jerry had each given less than .001 to other students. Barry ignored Sally and said because he was President of the Student Counsel that he and his friends on the Student Counsel had already decided that Sally will do what he says and that's that. Sally protested because she felt it was not rewarding her hard work and instead rewarding students who are not as disciplined. Then, other friends of Barry's accused Sally of having overdue library books and tried to ban her from the library. Sally decided to tell the truth that Barry doesn't vote at the school counsel meetings, he wants to get rid of the school mascot, likes how the rival high school is organized and shares grades whether they deserve it or not, though those students never seem to excel or be as inventive and usually just complain. Barry arrogantly dismissed Sally and accused her of being a liar, though the truth was that Barry had admitted as much to his friends at the school newspaper but they didn't put it in any of issues because they wanted to be his friend. Barry even gave Sally the finger while talking to everyone at the cafeteria at lunch. Barry said he was just scratching his nose, but he had done the same thing to Henrietta the year before when she disagreed with him. Anyway, I heard that McKenzie has been sticking up for Sally lately instead of Alf because Alf tried to please only the students in his favorite school clubs instead of taking care of the school. McKenzie, while friends with Alf, thinks Alf is misguided and that the school comes before any particular group of students. It will be a very tough fight for McKenzie, though, because Barry has a beautiful voice and sings in music class and around school. Barry has been singing to many of the students and they just love his voice, but they don't hear the words of his songs. He sounds so good they just ignore the words of his songs, like the one about how his tutor since kindergarten hates the students with blond hair, or the one about his best friend who tried to pee in the soup in the cafeteria so students would get sick, or the one about how it doesn't matter if he doesn't vote on the Student Counsel or even other songs in his own yearbook comments about getting rid of the mascot, sharing grades and changing the school charter set by the school's founders. All the students hear is Barry's beautiful voice and how they are going to get part of the 4.0 students grade point average. However, Barry has never performed in concert with the Chorus in front of the entire student body.
Anyway, McKenzie has a tough task at this point, which has been more more difficult because Alf keeps tripping and hitting McKenzie in the heels, so he is not standing as strong as he could. Though, McKenzie could pull it off. The good thing is eventually there will be a re-match for Barry and attitudes will change about when the students start to see and hear how his singing is in concert."
"Like any school dispute there are always two sides to the story......
I heard there was this student Sally, who studied very hard, had a part-time job and sacrificed her social life, even missing several school functions, to study and do well in school because she wanted to a doctor. Sally's commitment earned her a 4.0. I also heard there was this other student Ralph, who didn't study so much, liked to skip class. Ralph was more interested in playing Guitar Hero, flirting with the girls and hanging out with his friends. Ralph didn't really care what he did as long as he had his comforts and ended up getting a 2.0. Then Barry, President of the Student Counsel, came along one day and told Sally that she had to give Ralph 1 point of her 4.0, so that Ralph had a chance to go to college with a 3.0. This was frustrating to Sally as both her and Ralph took the same classes. Sally did not cause any trouble or get detention or disrupt class and had a perfect attendance record. Ralph did not care about class and had no ambition. It turns out that Ralph was friends with Barry and was counting on Barry to hook him up, so he chilled out and skipped a few more classes. When Sally told Barry it should be her choice who she gives a portion of her grade point average and that she would rather give a .5 point to Donny and .5 point LaShawn because they studied very hard, did not interrupt class and volunteered at the food drive. She also told Barry that she had always given at least 1 point to other students every year, so why should she also give a point to Ralph, who is not required to give any of his grade average to anyone. She then asked Barry and his sidekick, Jerry B, how many of points of their grade point average they had given each year because they too had 4.0s. It turned out that both Barry and Jerry had each given less than .001 to other students. Barry ignored Sally and said because he was President of the Student Counsel that he and his friends on the Student Counsel had already decided that Sally will do what he says and that's that. Sally protested because she felt it was not rewarding her hard work and instead rewarding students who are not as disciplined. Then, other friends of Barry's accused Sally of having overdue library books and tried to ban her from the library. Sally decided to tell the truth that Barry doesn't vote at the school counsel meetings, he wants to get rid of the school mascot, likes how the rival high school is organized and shares grades whether they deserve it or not, though those students never seem to excel or be as inventive and usually just complain. Barry arrogantly dismissed Sally and accused her of being a liar, though the truth was that Barry had admitted as much to his friends at the school newspaper but they didn't put it in any of issues because they wanted to be his friend. Barry even gave Sally the finger while talking to everyone at the cafeteria at lunch. Barry said he was just scratching his nose, but he had done the same thing to Henrietta the year before when she disagreed with him. Anyway, I heard that McKenzie has been sticking up for Sally lately instead of Alf because Alf tried to please only the students in his favorite school clubs instead of taking care of the school. McKenzie, while friends with Alf, thinks Alf is misguided and that the school comes before any particular group of students. It will be a very tough fight for McKenzie, though, because Barry has a beautiful voice and sings in music class and around school. Barry has been singing to many of the students and they just love his voice, but they don't hear the words of his songs. He sounds so good they just ignore the words of his songs, like the one about how his tutor since kindergarten hates the students with blond hair, or the one about his best friend who tried to pee in the soup in the cafeteria so students would get sick, or the one about how it doesn't matter if he doesn't vote on the Student Counsel or even other songs in his own yearbook comments about getting rid of the mascot, sharing grades and changing the school charter set by the school's founders. All the students hear is Barry's beautiful voice and how they are going to get part of the 4.0 students grade point average. However, Barry has never performed in concert with the Chorus in front of the entire student body.
Anyway, McKenzie has a tough task at this point, which has been more more difficult because Alf keeps tripping and hitting McKenzie in the heels, so he is not standing as strong as he could. Though, McKenzie could pull it off. The good thing is eventually there will be a re-match for Barry and attitudes will change about when the students start to see and hear how his singing is in concert."
Election Day Work Note
Morning loverlies,
I just wanted to let you know that I'll be departing a bit early this afternoon, around 445 or 5. For you see, I've got a friend who has scheduled a schoolyard brawl which begins around six. My friend, Barry, has been in a jawing bout as of the last year or so with a few different people. I don't know why they loathe him so much. Must be all the rumors going around school. People really believe the most rediculous things they hear at lunchtime. Anyway, the latest opponent is an older kid who's kind of a bully, and his insults have been really nasty. Most of the stuff he says about Barry is a lie anyway. What's worse, I've seen my friend Barry fall into the trap of being vindictive and it seems like he's a different dude than the one I knew a year ago. Hopefully, after the ballyhoo, he'll be back to normal.
Alright, alright, I know what you're asking. Why do I have to be at the aforementioned melee? Well, there's this dude named Alf that I usually consider a good buddy. Actually, I'm more like Alf than Barry, but there is one problem. The last time couple times there have been scraps, Alf enters the fray and swings his fists and feet with reckless abandon. He's nuts. He ends up clocking everybody a couple times, but gets tired pretty fast and disappears. He only has a couple of moves, and we've seen those all in the past, so he should be a nonfactor. I'll be making sure that Alf doesn't come in and screw it up for Barry this time around.
Anyway, I'll let you guys know how Barry does. I really think schools gonna suck bad if we let the other guy win.
Love,
Cameron
I just wanted to let you know that I'll be departing a bit early this afternoon, around 445 or 5. For you see, I've got a friend who has scheduled a schoolyard brawl which begins around six. My friend, Barry, has been in a jawing bout as of the last year or so with a few different people. I don't know why they loathe him so much. Must be all the rumors going around school. People really believe the most rediculous things they hear at lunchtime. Anyway, the latest opponent is an older kid who's kind of a bully, and his insults have been really nasty. Most of the stuff he says about Barry is a lie anyway. What's worse, I've seen my friend Barry fall into the trap of being vindictive and it seems like he's a different dude than the one I knew a year ago. Hopefully, after the ballyhoo, he'll be back to normal.
Alright, alright, I know what you're asking. Why do I have to be at the aforementioned melee? Well, there's this dude named Alf that I usually consider a good buddy. Actually, I'm more like Alf than Barry, but there is one problem. The last time couple times there have been scraps, Alf enters the fray and swings his fists and feet with reckless abandon. He's nuts. He ends up clocking everybody a couple times, but gets tired pretty fast and disappears. He only has a couple of moves, and we've seen those all in the past, so he should be a nonfactor. I'll be making sure that Alf doesn't come in and screw it up for Barry this time around.
Anyway, I'll let you guys know how Barry does. I really think schools gonna suck bad if we let the other guy win.
Love,
Cameron
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