Good Sunday after noon everyone! I have been researching a new theory... at least new to me. About the fate of the Earth in 2012. Don't misunderstand me. I've known about the 2012 hype for at least 3 years. I did a speech on the matter my freshman year of college. But what I didn't know is the theory of Planet X.
I have heard everything from solar flares and asteroids to rogue gamma ray bursts. But this morning I was watching the Discovery Channel and during the commercial break I got up to get some breakfast. A commercial came on while I was in my kitchen that was talking about the supposed disaster that "will" happen in 2012. The add directed viewers to a website called The Institute for Human Continuity. http://www.instituteforhumancontinuity.org/
The site explains that they have a lottery for people to take part in, in order to try to save themselves from the end of humanity.
However, the website is anything but a true lottery. It is just a clever ploy from Sony to promote their new movie 2012.
This all leads to one part of the site that I reviewed called The Scenario: Planet X. I had never heard of this theory, so I decided to do my own research on the matter. When I Googled Planet X one of the first links that came up was a series of videos on YouTube called Surviving 2012 and Planet X (Made in 2007). I began reviewing the videos only to find myself, by the second video, doing calculations about the theoretic position of Planet X. And here they come. (NOTE: I am not a physicist, nor a mathematician, but the equations used are basic conversion, distance, and velocity equations)
The video explains that in 1983 Planet X was recorded about 50 billion miles from the sun (50x10^9). And in 1992 it was just over 7 billion miles from the sun (7x10^9). So that means that in 9 years Planet X traveled 43 billion miles (43x10^9). Performing a quick calculation to find out the velocity of Planet X (Distance=Rate x Time). I found that Planet X would have to be traveling approximately 4.7 billion miles per year. If the speed seems too fast, it's not. It is plausible to go this speed. The speed of light is 5.8 trillion miles per year.
If Planet X is traveling 4.7 billion miles per year, then it doesn't take a calculator to see that it wouldn't take 20 years (the calculations being from 1992) for the object to reach the sun. Calculations show that it would have been here within approximately 1.5 years from 1992. Which then draws the conclusion that the world should have ended before 1995. Unless we are dealing with the scenario from The Fifth Element where the object can decelerate, stop, and accelerate at will, we will be fine.
If you want my opinion, nothing is going to happen. And if something does, oh well. I'm not going to spend my last few years alive worrying about one day. I'm going to continue living the happy life that I lead and do as much as I can with my loved ones.
The end of the world is to great a prediction for anyone to try to wrestle with when we can barely predict the weather. If someone else starts throwing numbers at you about another catastrophic event, pull out your calculator and put those numbers to the test. So I bid you all adieu. And with 2012 around the corner... watch your step!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Psychiatric Help
As a small treat I have decided to put in a story that I wrote my junior year of high school. Hope you like it. And with this one you really need to watch your step.
“How shall I end your life?” asked a deep, mysterious voice over an intercom, “I have an interest in the human anatomy. You see, I took it once in high school. I got a fairly good grade in it so I’m pretty sure I know what I would be doing.”
“What do you want?” A frightened girl shouted. Still half drugged she couldn’t figure out where she was. All she could remember was that she was attacked while walking to her dorm from a late class.
She was a narrow figured, mid-twenties college girl. She had short brown hair and cat-like green eyes. She was going to graduate next month. Her parents were very proud and some had claimed that she was the epitome of success.
“Simple pleasures.” A concise answer but one she didn’t like.
“You pervert…Why would you do this?” Now sobbing she sank down into a dark corner of the strange room. She crossed her arms, rested them on her knees, and buried her head in her arms.
There was one light hanging from the ceiling on a cord with a pull string to turn it off and on. The room had dark green walls and a dusty hardwood floor that looked like it had been there for years. There was a door, but it was locked. It was solid oak and very heavy.
“That’s not what I meant… Mallory. See, I have nothing but hatered when it comes to people like you. I am very meticulous. I watch you from the heights of this building.” The incisive voice slowly became more irritated. “How is it that someone like you can just waltz through life without a care in the world? While the rest of us scrape the bottom of the plate for tiny scraps that you leave behind. Huh? …what makes you so special? What makes you worthy to live?” The voice calmed back down. “I’m gonna give you one chance to get back to your life and leave this place forever.”
“What’s the catch?” Mallory stood up and looked around; carefully scanning the room she looked for the source of the voice. She listened carefully.
“You have to survive. Open one wrong door, or turning one wrong key could spell disaster. Then I will have my chance to excise those organs I find appetizing.” An evil snicker came from the voice. “You can start now.”
The door lock clicked like it was on voice activation. Mallory slowly opened the door. The halls were old and dusty. The elegant gold light fixtures and beautiful pictures on the walls were hidden by the massive amounts of dust and spider webs. The hallway lights were dim, but they showed enough light to see the length of the hall. She could see a door down the hall to the right that was open and a turn in the hallway to her left. She crept out onto the carpeted floor and approached the table. Something on the table had caught her eye. There was an eerie silence throughout the building.
On the table was a full pill bottle with a written prescription beneath it. She read it out loud, “Olanzapine,” after thinking for a second she came to the conclusion, “He’s schizophrenic.”
“Well done.” the voice echoed through the hall. “But as you can see I didn’t take any of the pills. I’m not schizophrenic. I just have a stronger side that speaks to me and helps me teach those like you a lesson.”
Mallory, hoping to appeal to the voice, yelled back, “You need help, and I can help you. I’m a psychology maj…”
“I know what you are, you are the reason I am doing this” said the voice infringing on her sentence.
She quickly glanced back at the prescription. It was her handwriting. “Carl… is that you?” she asked quivering. Remembering her internship at the Cambridge Psychiatric Hospital; Carl was one of her hardest patients. He was stubborn and in complete denial about his condition.
“You guessed it.” he replied with a game show announcer-like voice. “You gave me those pills and said I was crazy.”
“I only said it would be best to have someone else help watch you when you start the medication, and that we provide those facilities since you had nowhere to go.”
“What is that facility called?” the voice irritatedly asked.
“The Cambridge Psychiatric Hospital” she replied.
“Exactly! The nut house. Where crazy people go.”
“I never said you were crazy”
“You might as well have… Oh, and god luck getting out” He chuckled.
The door at the end of the hall, which had been open a moment ago, started to close. She made a mad dash toward the door. Sprinting toward the door, she made every effort to get there before it shut. Then a terrible feeling shot through her gut as the carpet shifted beneath her feet. Suddenly she found herself falling. It was a trap! The floor had been cut out beneath the carpet. Her breath was taken away as she fell through the floor like a rag doll. At the end of her fall was a fate she could not see or imagine.
She landed. Giant metal spikes drove through her body like a pin cushion. Death overcame her as every ounce of her blood ran down the spikes to the floor. An evil laugh rang through the halls of the vacant building.
Carl pre-heated his oven to 450°. “Just enough to cook out any viruses or bacteria she may harbor. “Mmm Mmm,” He said to himself. Pleased, he returned to his desk from which he was sitting. As he turned the pages in a med school roster to psychiatry majors he scratched off Mallory’s name from the list and turned to his computer to find information on the next person on the list.
“How shall I end your life?” asked a deep, mysterious voice over an intercom, “I have an interest in the human anatomy. You see, I took it once in high school. I got a fairly good grade in it so I’m pretty sure I know what I would be doing.”
“What do you want?” A frightened girl shouted. Still half drugged she couldn’t figure out where she was. All she could remember was that she was attacked while walking to her dorm from a late class.
She was a narrow figured, mid-twenties college girl. She had short brown hair and cat-like green eyes. She was going to graduate next month. Her parents were very proud and some had claimed that she was the epitome of success.
“Simple pleasures.” A concise answer but one she didn’t like.
“You pervert…Why would you do this?” Now sobbing she sank down into a dark corner of the strange room. She crossed her arms, rested them on her knees, and buried her head in her arms.
There was one light hanging from the ceiling on a cord with a pull string to turn it off and on. The room had dark green walls and a dusty hardwood floor that looked like it had been there for years. There was a door, but it was locked. It was solid oak and very heavy.
“That’s not what I meant… Mallory. See, I have nothing but hatered when it comes to people like you. I am very meticulous. I watch you from the heights of this building.” The incisive voice slowly became more irritated. “How is it that someone like you can just waltz through life without a care in the world? While the rest of us scrape the bottom of the plate for tiny scraps that you leave behind. Huh? …what makes you so special? What makes you worthy to live?” The voice calmed back down. “I’m gonna give you one chance to get back to your life and leave this place forever.”
“What’s the catch?” Mallory stood up and looked around; carefully scanning the room she looked for the source of the voice. She listened carefully.
“You have to survive. Open one wrong door, or turning one wrong key could spell disaster. Then I will have my chance to excise those organs I find appetizing.” An evil snicker came from the voice. “You can start now.”
The door lock clicked like it was on voice activation. Mallory slowly opened the door. The halls were old and dusty. The elegant gold light fixtures and beautiful pictures on the walls were hidden by the massive amounts of dust and spider webs. The hallway lights were dim, but they showed enough light to see the length of the hall. She could see a door down the hall to the right that was open and a turn in the hallway to her left. She crept out onto the carpeted floor and approached the table. Something on the table had caught her eye. There was an eerie silence throughout the building.
On the table was a full pill bottle with a written prescription beneath it. She read it out loud, “Olanzapine,” after thinking for a second she came to the conclusion, “He’s schizophrenic.”
“Well done.” the voice echoed through the hall. “But as you can see I didn’t take any of the pills. I’m not schizophrenic. I just have a stronger side that speaks to me and helps me teach those like you a lesson.”
Mallory, hoping to appeal to the voice, yelled back, “You need help, and I can help you. I’m a psychology maj…”
“I know what you are, you are the reason I am doing this” said the voice infringing on her sentence.
She quickly glanced back at the prescription. It was her handwriting. “Carl… is that you?” she asked quivering. Remembering her internship at the Cambridge Psychiatric Hospital; Carl was one of her hardest patients. He was stubborn and in complete denial about his condition.
“You guessed it.” he replied with a game show announcer-like voice. “You gave me those pills and said I was crazy.”
“I only said it would be best to have someone else help watch you when you start the medication, and that we provide those facilities since you had nowhere to go.”
“What is that facility called?” the voice irritatedly asked.
“The Cambridge Psychiatric Hospital” she replied.
“Exactly! The nut house. Where crazy people go.”
“I never said you were crazy”
“You might as well have… Oh, and god luck getting out” He chuckled.
The door at the end of the hall, which had been open a moment ago, started to close. She made a mad dash toward the door. Sprinting toward the door, she made every effort to get there before it shut. Then a terrible feeling shot through her gut as the carpet shifted beneath her feet. Suddenly she found herself falling. It was a trap! The floor had been cut out beneath the carpet. Her breath was taken away as she fell through the floor like a rag doll. At the end of her fall was a fate she could not see or imagine.
She landed. Giant metal spikes drove through her body like a pin cushion. Death overcame her as every ounce of her blood ran down the spikes to the floor. An evil laugh rang through the halls of the vacant building.
Carl pre-heated his oven to 450°. “Just enough to cook out any viruses or bacteria she may harbor. “Mmm Mmm,” He said to himself. Pleased, he returned to his desk from which he was sitting. As he turned the pages in a med school roster to psychiatry majors he scratched off Mallory’s name from the list and turned to his computer to find information on the next person on the list.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
To make you think...
Hello all, and welcome back!
The past couple blogs have been on news, politics, and related subjects, so now, I want to deviate from the frustration and move to things that intrgue me, and possibly you. The story behind all of this is simple. I'm taking a class that makes me think about existence, life, God, and the posibility of all things physical and abstract. Also, I'm reading a book called Physics of the Impossible by Dr. Michio Kaku. When I say "read" I mean I'm crawling through the book at a snail's pace, because I only read it while I'm sitting and waiting for class to start. That could be anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes. My first thought is from Dr. Kaku's book...
"How can the past and future be, when the past no longer is and the future is not yet? As for the present, if it were always present and never moved on to become the past, it would not be time, but eternity." -St. Augustine
According to the logic of St. Augustine we can see that time is not possible, since the past is gone and the future doesn't exist, and the present exists only for an instant.
So what is time? Using the Dictionaire application on my iPod, I counted 15 different definitions of the word "time." Time must just be a means of measuring the events that have disolved into oblivion. In other words, events that have become the past. In all truth time, in the terms of 12 o'clock and 3 o'clock is unnecessary except as a means of organization. This could be why explaining time to children might difficult because young children do not develop permanence (according to Piaget's studies on cognitive devlopment) anywhere between 2 and 7 years of age, with 7 being the extreme. Permanence is the ability to know that an object or event still exists even though it is not in the direct line of sight or perception.
For example: If you were to hide a toy behind your back and the child has not develpoed permanence yet, then the child might cry because it believes that the bear is simply gone forever, because it is not seen, nor percieved.
This brings us to the thought that time is nothing more than a method of organization or measurement rather than an object that we can use or even adjust (in terms of time travel). The only spot in which, logically, time exists is now. Not 5 minutes from now because it doesn't exist yet, and not 5 minutes ago because it no longer exists, but now.
Which leads to the question of destiny. How can one have a destiny if the future does not exist? Clearly, destiny is a fallacy in which to take the blame off of the individual to lessen the blow of failure, or make one feel more important in terms of success. It can also lessen the effect of success by saying, "It was their destiny to become the most powerful leader in the world," rather than give credit to their hard work. The fact of the matter is, that I make my own "destiny." the choices I have made in the past (which, of course, no longer exists) have dictated where I am presently, and the choices I am making at this very instant are dictating what my future will become. There are too many paths to choose, logically, to say that there is one predetermined spot that one individual is supposed to end up at.
This, in a round about way, brings me to the last conundrum for today, and it has to do with Quantum Theory.
Quantum Theory is described as the most successful theories ever devloped by the human mind, but it is built on probablilities rather than definate answers. The theory is, more or less, a way of predicting events rather than giving a definate outcome. (Mind you, it is extremely accurate to within 1 part in 10 billion.) But there is a possibility that it could give a false prediction at any point. Which brings up Schrodinger's Cat Paradox.
The cat paradox goes like this:
You put a cat in a sealed box.
Inside that box you also have a gun pointed at the cat's head.
The trigger to the gun is attached to a Geiger counter that sits next to a piece of Uranium.
Normally, the Geiger counter is activated by the decaying Uranium it activates the trigger, ultimately, killing the cat.
Sounds simple, right? Not quite... The Uranium can either decay or not, and the cat is either dead or alive, but there's more to it than the apparent common sense involved. If we were to use Quantum Theory to predict the results, we would have to add the 2 possibilities (dead or alive), and add the wave function of a decayed Uranium atom with the wave function of an intact Uranium atom. This shows that, in order to describe the cat, because of the operation above, the cat is not dead or alive. It is the sum of a dead cat and a live cat. Even though it's highly unlikley, there is that possibility.
So there are my thoughts. If there are more things that you wish to discuss along these lines I will be more than willing to tackle them at your request. As for me, I will continue to question the things we all hold dear to our reality.
Until next time, take it easy, have fun, and as always... Watch your step!
No cats were harmed in the typing of this blog
The past couple blogs have been on news, politics, and related subjects, so now, I want to deviate from the frustration and move to things that intrgue me, and possibly you. The story behind all of this is simple. I'm taking a class that makes me think about existence, life, God, and the posibility of all things physical and abstract. Also, I'm reading a book called Physics of the Impossible by Dr. Michio Kaku. When I say "read" I mean I'm crawling through the book at a snail's pace, because I only read it while I'm sitting and waiting for class to start. That could be anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes. My first thought is from Dr. Kaku's book...
"How can the past and future be, when the past no longer is and the future is not yet? As for the present, if it were always present and never moved on to become the past, it would not be time, but eternity." -St. Augustine
According to the logic of St. Augustine we can see that time is not possible, since the past is gone and the future doesn't exist, and the present exists only for an instant.
So what is time? Using the Dictionaire application on my iPod, I counted 15 different definitions of the word "time." Time must just be a means of measuring the events that have disolved into oblivion. In other words, events that have become the past. In all truth time, in the terms of 12 o'clock and 3 o'clock is unnecessary except as a means of organization. This could be why explaining time to children might difficult because young children do not develop permanence (according to Piaget's studies on cognitive devlopment) anywhere between 2 and 7 years of age, with 7 being the extreme. Permanence is the ability to know that an object or event still exists even though it is not in the direct line of sight or perception.
For example: If you were to hide a toy behind your back and the child has not develpoed permanence yet, then the child might cry because it believes that the bear is simply gone forever, because it is not seen, nor percieved.
This brings us to the thought that time is nothing more than a method of organization or measurement rather than an object that we can use or even adjust (in terms of time travel). The only spot in which, logically, time exists is now. Not 5 minutes from now because it doesn't exist yet, and not 5 minutes ago because it no longer exists, but now.
Which leads to the question of destiny. How can one have a destiny if the future does not exist? Clearly, destiny is a fallacy in which to take the blame off of the individual to lessen the blow of failure, or make one feel more important in terms of success. It can also lessen the effect of success by saying, "It was their destiny to become the most powerful leader in the world," rather than give credit to their hard work. The fact of the matter is, that I make my own "destiny." the choices I have made in the past (which, of course, no longer exists) have dictated where I am presently, and the choices I am making at this very instant are dictating what my future will become. There are too many paths to choose, logically, to say that there is one predetermined spot that one individual is supposed to end up at.
This, in a round about way, brings me to the last conundrum for today, and it has to do with Quantum Theory.
Quantum Theory is described as the most successful theories ever devloped by the human mind, but it is built on probablilities rather than definate answers. The theory is, more or less, a way of predicting events rather than giving a definate outcome. (Mind you, it is extremely accurate to within 1 part in 10 billion.) But there is a possibility that it could give a false prediction at any point. Which brings up Schrodinger's Cat Paradox.
The cat paradox goes like this:
You put a cat in a sealed box.
Inside that box you also have a gun pointed at the cat's head.
The trigger to the gun is attached to a Geiger counter that sits next to a piece of Uranium.
Normally, the Geiger counter is activated by the decaying Uranium it activates the trigger, ultimately, killing the cat.
Sounds simple, right? Not quite... The Uranium can either decay or not, and the cat is either dead or alive, but there's more to it than the apparent common sense involved. If we were to use Quantum Theory to predict the results, we would have to add the 2 possibilities (dead or alive), and add the wave function of a decayed Uranium atom with the wave function of an intact Uranium atom. This shows that, in order to describe the cat, because of the operation above, the cat is not dead or alive. It is the sum of a dead cat and a live cat. Even though it's highly unlikley, there is that possibility.
So there are my thoughts. If there are more things that you wish to discuss along these lines I will be more than willing to tackle them at your request. As for me, I will continue to question the things we all hold dear to our reality.
Until next time, take it easy, have fun, and as always... Watch your step!
No cats were harmed in the typing of this blog
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
It's finally over... right?
Today President Barack Obama took the oath of office. Finally. Maybe all of the hype and craziness will be put behind us... no? Maybe not immediately, but it'll happen soon enough.
Over the last 8 years I have heard people talk about former President Bush. I've heard their opinions go from, "I like him," to "What a dumb ass," and the same will happen to Obama.
I am not a supporter of Obama, but I will start off by wishing him the best of luck in a position that he will soon find out to be the "whipping boy" of America. What I mean by this is that as soon as Obama does something distasteful to the American public he will be shunned, and it will continue to spiral down hill until his 4 or 8 years are over.
I always thought the position of president came with pride and power, but I realized shortly after entering high school that the president has little to no power and the pride is eventually hacked away by the general public because a person with high standing in society, like a celebrity (by the way, celebrities are definitely not people that I wanna take my political advise from), said it was bad. And the people, like sheep, follow blindly because, "Hey, they have a lot of money, and everyone else likes them, so they must be smart." WRONG They have a lot of money because along the way they got lucky, scammed someone, or, in extremely rare cases, worked hard and earned it. And one more thing... they're called actors for a reason. They can easily pretend to care about something to up their credentials.
I know what you're thinking, "But Obama promised change!" Yeah, but any Joe Blow can promise change. I say, "In 10 minutes the wind speed is gonna change. Tomorrow the temperature is gonna change and be higher. In 6 months the whole United States is going to be experiencing a change in the length of days and we will have temps as high as 80 degrees!" Now that's change we can all believe in because it's true. Just as true as Obama's "Change" will be. Of course it's gonna change. It was going to change no matter who got elected. It's a cycle. So with all this change floating around next time a homeless person asks me for some I'm just gonna tell him Obama has all the change.
But for those of you that are a little more politically savvy you should have heard that Obama supports the wiretapping without warrants. Now, honestly, I really don't care cause I have nothing to hide, but it's the principal that everyone was pissed at Bush for supporting it and they are already getting pissed at Obama. See, he's already headed down the slippery slope.
There's another issue that I'm going to touch on because it pisses me off. That's the issue of race. I really hate the issue of race because every time it comes up, who ever is talking about it, always tries to make me look bad, and that's bull shit. I was not apart of, slavery. I was not apart of the civil war. And I was not apart of the civil rights movement. So leave me alone. If you wanna talk about it don't make me look like a bad guy. Make those people that you are against look like bad people. The problem with looking at it with a "good" side and a "bad" side is the fact that you must look at it through the eyes of someone on the "bad" side. That was their way of life, and even though society will agree that it is wrong, they thought it was right. Would you not do the same if someone was trying to make you live the "right" way?
Let it bounce around for a while in your noggin and get back to me. I'm going to class.
Take it easy, have fun, and as always... Watch your step.
Over the last 8 years I have heard people talk about former President Bush. I've heard their opinions go from, "I like him," to "What a dumb ass," and the same will happen to Obama.
I am not a supporter of Obama, but I will start off by wishing him the best of luck in a position that he will soon find out to be the "whipping boy" of America. What I mean by this is that as soon as Obama does something distasteful to the American public he will be shunned, and it will continue to spiral down hill until his 4 or 8 years are over.
I always thought the position of president came with pride and power, but I realized shortly after entering high school that the president has little to no power and the pride is eventually hacked away by the general public because a person with high standing in society, like a celebrity (by the way, celebrities are definitely not people that I wanna take my political advise from), said it was bad. And the people, like sheep, follow blindly because, "Hey, they have a lot of money, and everyone else likes them, so they must be smart." WRONG They have a lot of money because along the way they got lucky, scammed someone, or, in extremely rare cases, worked hard and earned it. And one more thing... they're called actors for a reason. They can easily pretend to care about something to up their credentials.
I know what you're thinking, "But Obama promised change!" Yeah, but any Joe Blow can promise change. I say, "In 10 minutes the wind speed is gonna change. Tomorrow the temperature is gonna change and be higher. In 6 months the whole United States is going to be experiencing a change in the length of days and we will have temps as high as 80 degrees!" Now that's change we can all believe in because it's true. Just as true as Obama's "Change" will be. Of course it's gonna change. It was going to change no matter who got elected. It's a cycle. So with all this change floating around next time a homeless person asks me for some I'm just gonna tell him Obama has all the change.
But for those of you that are a little more politically savvy you should have heard that Obama supports the wiretapping without warrants. Now, honestly, I really don't care cause I have nothing to hide, but it's the principal that everyone was pissed at Bush for supporting it and they are already getting pissed at Obama. See, he's already headed down the slippery slope.
There's another issue that I'm going to touch on because it pisses me off. That's the issue of race. I really hate the issue of race because every time it comes up, who ever is talking about it, always tries to make me look bad, and that's bull shit. I was not apart of, slavery. I was not apart of the civil war. And I was not apart of the civil rights movement. So leave me alone. If you wanna talk about it don't make me look like a bad guy. Make those people that you are against look like bad people. The problem with looking at it with a "good" side and a "bad" side is the fact that you must look at it through the eyes of someone on the "bad" side. That was their way of life, and even though society will agree that it is wrong, they thought it was right. Would you not do the same if someone was trying to make you live the "right" way?
Let it bounce around for a while in your noggin and get back to me. I'm going to class.
Take it easy, have fun, and as always... Watch your step.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
"Then one foggy 'Xmas' Eve a particular fat guy came to say..."
Good Sunday morning to you all! I know I missed the blog for Friday, but I had a lot on my mind and couldn't think of a good blog to present to you all. But never fear, I have found the perfect topic in which to start off my series of blogs.
There is also a correction to my introduction I need to make. I no longer have an amazing girlfriend. I am single as of last night. I'm not too happy with this at the moment, but I'm not gonna wallow in it. I'm sure you didn't come here to read my personal babble, so lets get started.
Fox News reports that a woman in Wilmington, North Carolina is took legal action over the song "Ruldolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" because it apparently carried religious overtones. You read right, folks. She reportedly stated that the words "Christmas" and "Santa" are offensive because they carried these religious overtones. The woman did not want her daughter to be exposed to such things in a secular, public school.
The song was temporarily pulled from the up coming Christmas program that was optional for both the child and parent to attend and participate.
It didn't take long for administrators to bring Rudolph back. They say that it is, in fact, a secular song about a make-believe reindeer.
After reviewing the song Ed Higgins, chairman of the county Board of Education, had this to say, "They’ve determined that it (Christmas) signifies just a day in time, Dec. 25, not the promotion of a religious symbol. So Rudolph is back in."
Really? Honestly? Come on! This is rediculus! This lady is Jewish, and the only reason she did it was because she requested a Hanukka song for the program, and school officials refused to put one in. These are a bunch of kindergarteners! Half of them probably don't even know what Hanukka is. And if you were to add a Hanukka song, then wouldn't it be fair to the other religions that you add their song as well. Such as:
There is also a correction to my introduction I need to make. I no longer have an amazing girlfriend. I am single as of last night. I'm not too happy with this at the moment, but I'm not gonna wallow in it. I'm sure you didn't come here to read my personal babble, so lets get started.
Fox News reports that a woman in Wilmington, North Carolina is took legal action over the song "Ruldolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" because it apparently carried religious overtones. You read right, folks. She reportedly stated that the words "Christmas" and "Santa" are offensive because they carried these religious overtones. The woman did not want her daughter to be exposed to such things in a secular, public school.
The song was temporarily pulled from the up coming Christmas program that was optional for both the child and parent to attend and participate.
It didn't take long for administrators to bring Rudolph back. They say that it is, in fact, a secular song about a make-believe reindeer.
After reviewing the song Ed Higgins, chairman of the county Board of Education, had this to say, "They’ve determined that it (Christmas) signifies just a day in time, Dec. 25, not the promotion of a religious symbol. So Rudolph is back in."
Really? Honestly? Come on! This is rediculus! This lady is Jewish, and the only reason she did it was because she requested a Hanukka song for the program, and school officials refused to put one in. These are a bunch of kindergarteners! Half of them probably don't even know what Hanukka is. And if you were to add a Hanukka song, then wouldn't it be fair to the other religions that you add their song as well. Such as:
"Oh Kwanzaa Tree" (Kwanzaa)
"We Wish You a Merry Rohatsu" (Buddhism)
"I'm Dreaming of a White Zartusht-no-diso" (Zoroastrianism)
And my personal favorite...
"I'll Be Home for Festivus" (Festiv...isum)
Well, that's going to do it for me this time. I would write more, but it's finals week and my mind is swamped with all kinds of other things. I'll be looking forward to reading your comments, and suggestions about future blogs. Take it easy and remember to watch your step...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Introduction
Hello, I'm Jake. Most of my friends call me General. I'm a 20 year-old sophomore at Purdue University North Central. No, that isn't the West Lafayette campus. It's about 2 hours north of there in a tiny town called Westville. I'm not good at the whole blogging thing, but I love to write. It is a good stress reliever for me.
I am fairly opinionated and stubborn, but open minded too. I am willing to listen to the other side of the story and understand the logic behind it, but don't expect to change my mind. Some of my hot topics are Global Warming (bunch of crap), Religion (I believe in God, but not big on the mainstream stuff), and Science (I LOVE IT!). I also enjoy writing about life and love. And if you're really lucky you might get the occasional short story.
As for my personal life, I'm working on going into law enforcement for the Department of Natural Resources (aka DNR). I love being outdoors and taking pictures of the scenery. Music, animals, my friends, and family are my life. I have an AMAZING girlfriend and I couldn't be happier! I'm country boy at heart. I love huntin', fishin', and workin' in the barn. I am very conservative and I will fight to the death for what I think is right.
If you have a suggestion for me to write about something just let me know. I will be writing every week and I hope to get a strong audience. Good night, have fun, and watch your step...
I am fairly opinionated and stubborn, but open minded too. I am willing to listen to the other side of the story and understand the logic behind it, but don't expect to change my mind. Some of my hot topics are Global Warming (bunch of crap), Religion (I believe in God, but not big on the mainstream stuff), and Science (I LOVE IT!). I also enjoy writing about life and love. And if you're really lucky you might get the occasional short story.
As for my personal life, I'm working on going into law enforcement for the Department of Natural Resources (aka DNR). I love being outdoors and taking pictures of the scenery. Music, animals, my friends, and family are my life. I have an AMAZING girlfriend and I couldn't be happier! I'm country boy at heart. I love huntin', fishin', and workin' in the barn. I am very conservative and I will fight to the death for what I think is right.
If you have a suggestion for me to write about something just let me know. I will be writing every week and I hope to get a strong audience. Good night, have fun, and watch your step...
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