Archive for the ‘Thoughts’ Category

On Democracy

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Democracy is broken because people are ignorant and stupid. The general public is absolutely unfit to decide who is the best candidate to lead a government. Most people are idiots, who vote based on names and faces, based on manipulative words they see on TV, on whether they’d like to have a beer and chat with the person in question. You want proof? Arnold Schwarzenegger is the governor of California. A thick-skulled bodybuilder and actor with no political education leads the most populous state in the most powerful country in the world. Yes, my friends, democracy is a joke.

Socrates, get in here, we need your philosopher-led republic, and now.

I’m not saying democracy isn’t based on noble ideals. Giving equal power to everyone, etc., sounds great. But, like Communism, it just doesn’t seem to work out, at least not well enough. Unfortunately, Winston Churchill spoke the truth when he said “[...] Democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.”

That is not to say, however, that we should stop thinking about how we could things better. We could start by treating our political positions more like other jobs; for example, I have never heard of a county that actually has any requirements for its presidency. How about, you know, a degree in political science? Or philosophy? A high school diploma?

There must be some way of making sure the most intelligent, most well-educated people run things, while still keeping the system fair and balanced. I’m going to be thinking about this one for a while.

On Funerals

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Funerals, as they are commonly practiced, are the worst, most shallow and unloving possible way of saying goodbye to a loved one. We immediately pay to have their bodies desecrated by total strangers and filled with toxic chemicals. We buy outrageously expensive, uncomfortable clothes simply because most people think we should, and would be offended if we didn’t, thinking we severely lacked either respect or money. We pay professional caterers to cook us terrible, loveless food, just for decoration and comfort. We pay florists to kill beautiful creatures so that we may observe their carefully arranged, professional prettiness for an afternoon, before they are thrown in the garbage to rot. We go to people who make a living organizing and hosting funeral after funeral, and we pay them just to be in the space they give us while we say our goodbyes. They are happy to get rid of us, and at the end convey their (most sincere) condolences. We spend hours listening to a stranger we paid to speak about someone they never met, though they needn’t have because they focus on God 99% of the time anyways, praising His virtues and not his, telling His story and not his. Oh father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. We pay to be driven hours to a place the person has never been, then we pay strangers to dig them a grave, in which a casket made in a factory in another country is lowered, by a machine, into the small piece of earth that we also pay for. May Earth have mercy upon the man at last. Goodbye Granddad, I hope you are still able to rest in peace.