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Name: Javert
Birthday: 2/3/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: To see a renewed United States of America the Master of the world. Less of an interest, more of an obsession.
Expertise: Fanaticism comes natually to me.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Inspectar Javert
Member Since:
12/7/2004
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| Somedays I wonder what would happen if I were to leave the straight and narrow. Mostly, these days come when I look at my checkbook. If I was ever to steal, I'd steal from a bank. And I'd steal from Wachovia bank. The Wachovia bank in Bloomfield, CT. (Wonder how many FBI red flags that triggered.)
I don't really have a problem with banks, bankers have to make a living too. I'm really just jealous that I'm not in their racket. They've got these student loans, one of which I had the misfortune of qualifying for. 6%? That's not too bad.
Too bad it goes up. Now it's 8%.
Too bad it compounds daily. Yes daily.
And when you ask how much it'll take to finish your loan, they just tell you the principle, those sleazy shylocks. They'll just let your interest keep accruing 'till you're working 20 hours a day just to keep up with the minimums.
I went to pick up my new glasses today. Drove to the eyeglass store, went up the counter, and the lady asked if I was here to pick up. Yes, I said, I'm picking up glasses. Just so we were absolutely clear that I wasn't picking up anything else at a store that only sells glasses. I was always good with the words.
Money again. The average American citizen has between $8-9,000 of credit card debt. This is a very large sum for an individual. The American goverment has a debt of some incomprehensible number. Since we live in a republic, the government is a reflection of the people, and if people are complaining about the government being in debt, they need get their own financial houses in order as well. The government spends too much, yes, but so do private people. It's not just the politicians, Left and Right, who are financially irresponsible.
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| A night in the J-LabSee that guy in the picture? That's me right now. Except for the cigarette. I don't smoke those things, they're expensive and addictive. And I'm using Mac, not a typewritter. I'd rather be using a typewritter, though.
But pretty much, that's me. Tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. Mama Mia, I feel like a reporter.
However, I'm blogging. You'll find a black Klansmember sooner than you will a blogging newspaper reporter. But I try to keep up with the Times.
Back to my point. I am currently in my college's journalism laboratory. The J-Lab, as we refer to it on the street. If Chinese slave drivers were to design a room to have little slave journalists bang out propoganda articles, they would have designed our J-Lab. Who knows, maybe we outsourced. Anyway, it's about 20 degress hotter than the rest of the building, it's bare, it's windowless. It's a cave. In short, it's a good prep for real life job environments.
That, and the estrogen is heavy in the air. I'm having trouble breathing. Why did I end up the only Herald guy on staff? I've got a picture of tanks and explosions as my desktop background just so I don't lapse into effeminacy.
Sweet Mary, we're listening to the Sound of Music. Are they trying to kill me?
My newspaper editing program just had a serious error and had to shut down. Pity. The least it could have done is saved my last 20 minutes of work before it crashed. Inconsiderate twerp of a program.
The stories are in. Back to layout.
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| I woke up this morning, and I did not know where I was. This has not happened since I woke up in New Mexico (long story). From what I could tell, I had been transported to the set of a Home and Gardens magazine issue. And it was so relaxing, I didn't take the time to do the mental dective work to remember where I was. I went back to sleep. I woke up later this morning, and I did not know where I was. Being a more proper hour for waking on a saturday, 11:30, I decided it was important to remember where I was. Like the light in Plato's Cave, it came back to me in dazzling brightness. The seven hour car ride. Lauren playing the soundracks to every chick flick ever. Stopping in New Jersey. Pop tarts and cashews for supper. Yes, dear reader, I was at the home of John Caleb in Guilford, Connecticut. Ah, home. More specifically, I was in the Orcutt Manor, surrounded, not yet literally, by a host of Orcutts. More specifically still, I was in the guest room, at least one of them. Should get up and be social. I got up and was social. John Caleb, one of my hosts, said I should say something nice about him. I was going to, then I remember that, by golly, I'm a journalist. I'm not beholden to anyone! I am an independent reporter of reality! I will not be biased by lavish hospitality and blatant pandering! That said, JC's a great guy. Since I have a long weekend, I thought I'd take the time to read my free copy of A Christian Manifesto by Schaeffer, courtesy of our college's president. Chapter six of this book is called An Open Window. Written in the early '80's, it refers to the Christian upswing. Although Schaeffer is glad this upswing occurs, he's not particularly optimistic that Christians will take advantage of this turn of events. As it turns out, we didn't. We are now on what Schaeffer calls the second track, what would happen if Christians did not retake significant ground during the '80's. That is, we face a society that is almost entirely opposed to Christianity, and that will eventually not have room for us in their order. Will God restore our country? Maybe He will, maybe He won't. It's irrelevant. Our course of action, our course of appropriate resistance, is the same. Bailing on the fight, however, is cowardice. I am, and always will be, an American, regardless of where I live. And I hope that America will always be a place I can live as a Christian. | | |
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| I'm worried. And I generally don't get worried, but this is important. No, it's not about the Middle East. People who worry about the Middle East pay way too much attention to the news. Israel's bombing a stone age country back into....the stick age, I guess, but it's not going to start a regional war. Nobody cares about Lebanon except the Lebanese, and even they're jumping ship if they can. What I'm worried about, being a man of language, is the decline of the swear word. Yes, you heard that right. But, people are swearing now more than every, you say. Yes, exactly. Everybody swears at everything all the time. Curse words are the new crutch words, something unimaginative people say to fill space. At the rate it's going, the entire English language will be reduced to profanities by 2019. It's not so much that we'll have an small vocabulary as that there will be no way to insult people anymore. Really, when you throw the f -word around like a baseball at the world series, there's not much you can say to someone when you're really mad. Who knows, maybe people will have to revert to Old English for trash talk. I can see it now, some black gangsta leaning out his window in a drive-by shouting - "A pox upon thee and thine, thou knave!"
Well, maybe not. But you never know.
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