Twitter Quip

    Go home: A call for inaction

    I want to start an activist campaign to abolish and outlaw all activist groups. I’m so sick of organizations grandstanding for their cause–no matter how ridiculous their demands may be. I’m tired of PETA feuding with KFC. I’m fed up with watching Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton protest the imprisonment of obviously guilty black men. I know I can be the only one. Enough is enough.

    The latest is some autism group protesting “Big Brother.” I don’t watch the show so I can’t tellya what happened firsthand, but supposedly one contestant called someone else retarded. Immediately on the show he was lambasted for his insensitivity by other housemates and I would imagine the show didn’t paint him in a positive light.

    Nevertheless, Autism United has decided to exploit this situation for its own benefit (and raise more money in the process). They’re demanding that CBS cancel the show immediately. Autism United is also encouraging advertisers to withdraw from sponsoring the show.

    And to that, I say fat chance.

    Like CBS is gonna cancel a highly-rated program at a time when few networks have original content. “Big Brother” has been on for eight years–and CBS is gonna pull it now because . . . . .

     

    Horrible person thought of the day

    I’ll be the first to admit I’m not an important person. Stock markets don’t crash without me; lives aren’t lost if I can’t be found. Yet here I am–one individual–with four phone numbers that are solely for my use. I have a home phone that I never use (a requirement to have DSL), a personal cell phone, a work-issued cell phone, and an office line. One person, four phone numbers. No wonder we keep running out of area codes.

    Imagine if I had any importance.

    Heath Ledger died this week. I’m neither happy nor sad by this news. From what I’ve been told, he was a pretty good actor–but I wouldn’t know. The only thing I ever saw him in was “Ten Things I Hate About You” (it was for an English class–I swear). But like I said, I’m pretty apathetic to his death. The Fiancee thinks I’m a horrible person because I don’t think his death is sad. Why would I think it’s sad? It doesn’t affect me. People die all the time and society is never sad for the countless 28-year old nobodies who die on a daily basis. Maybe if I knew Heath Ledger or saw a . . . . .

     

    Cross the line (there’s no ‘me’ in ‘union’)

    Being a consistent hater of The Man, you’d think I’d be pro-union. I’m not entirely sure how I feel on that issue. I think a union has every right to fight for its members. If they want to band together and strike as one, that’s their choice. But I also believe that employers should be allowed to run their business how they see fit…including firing all those striking employees. I guess you can say I’m on the fence of this . . . . .

     

    This iRANT has more culture and intelligence than the 11 o’clock news

    The lead story on tonight’s news was Nicole Kidman’s car accident. Nevermind it wasn’t much of an accident (caught on tape!). Forget that no one was hurt and the actress walked away fine, seconds after impact. Ignore that it really wasn’t spectacular; no cars rolled over and the damage was minimal. The real story here is that this is a story–a lead story for at least two major television networks (I caught the beginning of FOX’s and the CW’s news: when I saw what they were “covering” I opted to turn off the TV). And I only watched the two networks–it might’ve been the lead story for everyone else, too.

    The media is a frequent target of my criticism: it’s stuff like this that makes it easy. Honestly, who gives a damn? Television could be such a powerful, educational, and informative media–and we’re talking about an insignificant actress’s on-set car accident. It’s awful.

    I got some hairs cut today. Here’s something to chew one. Why is something like a person’s hair, referred to in a singular sense when there’s more than one? The plural of hair is hairs, not hair (i.e., ‘I found three hairs in the sink’). Yet whenever . . . . .