Thursday, February 25, 2010
There is no better way to discover the human personification of an intellectual void than when you are discussing with a person that uses, "I have a right to my opinion!" as a rebuttal. It is the age old mating call of the intellectually bankrupt and defeated. When the Opinion Entitled states this to you, feel free to disregard everything they say subsequently (and most of what was said prior) because they don't know what the fuck they are talking about and are completely ignorant of most or all relevant facts in the given topic.
When are you likely to see the "I have a right to my opinion!" defense? Well, they often spring up shortly after a baseless assertion, or any other garden variety logical fallacies. However, baseless assertion is one of the calling cards of the Opinion Entitled. A solid foundation in misunderstanding or complete ignorance of the facts is crucial to the feeling of entitlement the Opinion Entitled receives. In fact, the LESS they know about a subject, the MORE sure they are of their opinion on it!
Some may be wondering, what is an opinion, anyway? Let's see what popular reference sources cite:
An opinion is a subjective statement or thought about an issue or topic, and is the result of emotion or interpretation of facts. An opinion may be supported by an argument, although people may draw opposing opinions from the same set of facts. Opinions rarely change without new arguments being presented. However, it can be reasoned that one opinion is better supported by the facts than another by analysing the supporting arguments.
1. a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty.
2. a personal view, attitude, or appraisal.
Now, you may have noticed I bolded a couple of core concepts to opinions, particularly as it regards to facts and certainty. Too often have I seen an Opinion Entitled speak with a high level of certainty in their opinion, yet had little in the way of facts to substantiate it.
"Opinions don't really have to be rational, they are opinions and do not have to be substantiated by evidence. To try and do so is a waste of time."
That is a real quote from a real Opinion Entitled. This also illustrates the crux of the problem with Opinion Entitleds, they not only want the right to their opinion but feel absolutely no obligation whatsoever to ensure the opinion is reasoned, valid, balanced, rational, or substantiated in the least. Thus, Opinion Entitleds are self-pigeonholed into the intellectually defunct.
Now, up until this point, my post has been cheerfully condescending and the insults backhanded. However, this is my blog and I do shit my way here. So, strap yourself in and keep your arms inside the car at all times.
Fuck you morons and your less than half baked opinions. you can feel entitled to it all you want, but it doesn't mean that I, or anyone else, has to accept or respect your stupid bullshit thoughts. I fucking think shit all the time, but I don't go on public forums and declare the background static of my mind with a high degree of certainty! You see, rational thinking people have this odd habit of verifying their thinking before opening their stupid fucking mouths. I'm not any smarter than most people, however, the one thing I *CAN* do is minimize the retarded bullshit that leaves my fucking lips!!!
The best thing about all of this is, the joke is on you, Opinion Entitleds! No matter how much you cry, whine, or call foul, you are still just a fucking idiot with a less than half-formed shitty opinion. Anyone worth their assless intellectual chaps knows you are a fraud and your "opinion" carries absolutely no significant intellectual weight, it is beyond insignificant.
In closing, I am going to paraphrase uber blogger, The Uff, and simply say, "Shove your opinion up your peehole with a blasting cap and hit your dick with a hammer."
In my daily routine, my day starts out with the alarm clock going off. I allow myself 15 minutes after awakening to simply sit upright in the bed and really let myself "wake up" before I start getting ready for the day.
Often, this time is marked with interacting with one or more of my three cats or sitting and quietly thinking. However, this day my mind created a song that I felt the need to sing aloud (to the tune of Jingle Bells):
Digging for a corpse
in an unmarked, open grave
stealing body parts
laughing all the way (ah ha ha!)
(skips to chorus)
Igor's on the way!
Obviously it is unfinished, but this is a good example of the types of things my mind spontaneously generates. I imagine it is the song Igor sings whilst...collecting.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
OK, I remember two things about this dream, jack and shit. However, my recollection goes as follows:
I am at a sci-fi con and Tron guy shows up. He is rushed by the fanboys. People keep asking for pictures, but he says he doesn't like to.
Later, I bump into by accident when no one is around. I say something like, "Hey, sucks you have to get rid of your cool Tron-plane." Then Tron-guy is all like, "Thanks man, you are the first one ever to respect the Tron-plane, so I respect you. Wanna take a picture?"
Then we spilled the blue paint. :(
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
For those that don't know me, Rob Zombie is the only contemporary performance artist that I feel compelled to throw my money at like the bills are burning my hand. I don't really pretend to know a lot about music or movies, but I know what I like and Rob Zombie makes what I like.
I was thinking about reviewing RZ's (Rob Zombie and the Spiders From Mars? Get your band a fucking name already!) new album, "Hellbilly Deluxe 2", but it really would have just been a major wank fest and me sucking off how great I thought everything was (which it is, but that is beyond the point).
Instead, I am going to try to describe how I kind of resonate with the vibe Zombie puts out. Funny enough, nothing can really describe it better than a drawing I did as a child (if I can find it again, I will scan it, until then, here is a reproduction):
Yes, that was my alien creation, "W.I.T.". As you can see, his name was an acronym for "Weird Is Terrific", and it is to that end that I feel Rob Zombie, and his various productions, reach me. In short, he isn't afraid of making weird seem terrific, which it is.