January 13, 2006


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    I don't have an anger problem, unlike what my probation officer, Andre, thinks.  I'm not an angry person at all.  I can count the number of fights I've been in with kids in my entire life on one hand, and all of those had legitimate reasons if I was the one that started them, of which I can only name one.  However, I do get frustrated easily, quite frequently lately, and I've discovered something that I absolutely despise:  Being falsely accused.  Some recent examples of this would be: 

    1)  Being accused of being addicted to marijuana whenever I turned myself in to my probation officer for skipping school, despite the fact that I had been clean for almost a month, which at the time I blew up and became quite hostile towards my probation officer, resulting in 7 days spent in juvenile detention.  My innocence (and his embarrassment) was revealed a day later when I tested negative for illegal substances in a drug test.
    2)  While in JDC being accused of beating on the tables of the recreation room while a person was asleep after he asked us to quit.  The person doing the beating was my roommate.  He called the front office about it, which resulted in me calling him a "little bitch", which ultimately resulted in me getting lock down for 24 hours.
    3)  Being accused of "ruining someone's weekend and good mood" for mentioning 3 lines about my religion to them in an instant messaging conversation, and then being accused of "trying to push my religion" on them.  The simple fact was that I was only doing my own part.  It's their choice, so they shouldn't have acted like I tied them down and force fed them spoonfuls of Christian gospels down their throat.  The very fact that they accused me of this ludicrous claim frustrates me, and so I have began my series of rants about this person's repeated acts of false accusations, which is a cornerstone of what I would like to call "Ignorance".



    (Foreword:  You may officially consider this a rant!)


    Chapter I


    "I have a Problem"


         You see folks, I have this problem.  This is not my rant about some insignificant object, idealistic concept, or behavior, nor does it revolve around any mediocre philosophies about life or human emotion.  Those post have either already come, or are coming in the future.  Instead, it is more meticulously directed towards a subject that has somehow become more frequently overlooked in the publications of the everyday working-class blogger, which is redundant at that!  (If they even work at all, that is.)
         No, instead of creating "Copy & Paste" reviews on trivial gadgets that, despite the class-case of multi-billionaire conglomerates showcasing their advances in technology, still fail to deliver the satisfaction one gets from doing the work manually and not falling prey to the "American virtue" of laziness, and instead of once again creating chronicles of my life within the unconscious stupor of "Xangan Liberty" (which will undoubtedly become George W. Bush's newest semi-private mass media/ information archive in his newest scheme to put the "Patriot Act" into operation and uncover "Splinter Cells" within the "Homeland" and label every U.S. citizen as a "National Security Threat"), I have decided to take a different approach in this post, and use Xanga for what it was originally intended for:  Actually blogging!
         The focus of this rant is a specific group of people of all economic and ethnic status.  Notice that I took care not to mention "mental status" in the previous statement, due to the fact that although they may have the ample capacity to discover a cure for cancer, they do not possess enough to look down to see their shoelaces are tied together before taking off down the track of life--which of course is just one of those sayings that people use to mean something else.
         I can vaguely remember anything that I write anymore, but if you were to look back at one of my previous entries, you should find one with the statement:  "Curiosity didn't kill the cat, but ignorance did!"  There's the "hook" in this rant for you.  If these people would simply take the harmless curiosity to "look down to check their shoelaces before they took off", the truth wouldn't be the pavement breaking their nose, but instead the wind in their hair.


    Take this example of ignorance (but don't take this ignorance for example!):


    Online Acronyms:


    " OMG!  WTF!!!  ROFLAO LOL!!!!! "




    ...translation:




    " Wow, funny "


    Let me make a grid for those of you who are a bit slower than others.




    O   M   G   W   T   F   R   O   F   L  A   O   L   O   L

    W   O   W   F    U  N   N   Y


    OMG!  WTF!!!      The actual translation is shorter than the acronym.  Amazing folks!


    Damn the ignorant online acronyms!


    ...to be continued


    ~Buff Muff