More of those Ubiquitous Exogenic Inanities
I'm in the process of building another longish post, this time on my favorite subject, Neandertals, but Blogger is having trouble uploading my pictures. So, that being the case, I figured I fire off another short observation on other peoples wackiness (I only need photos for my inanities!).
This morning, I'm sitting in on a lecture for the class I assist teaching on (TA), and its your typical, early Monday morning, everyone is barely keeping their heads out of their laps, kind of lecture. Suddenly there is this loud blaring from the hall which is almost drowning out the poor professor (she's a sweet English woman with a relatively soft voice), so I slip out to check on the racket.
A small group of your typical neo-Hippie-wannabes are out there screaming through a megaphone about a protest for immigration rights later in the day. Now I'm actually very liberal in my political philosophies and am highly sympathetic to their agenda, but I asked them, politely at first, to consider that the students they were trying to gain the attention of were actually straining to ignore them to hear the prof (final exams next week and all). So I asked them to come back later near the end of the lecture to advocate their position. One of the little knuckleheads starts screaming through the megaphone toward the open class door (we were, afterall, the only class in session on the whole floor). So after I calmly removed said megaphone from said knucklehead's mouth he demanded to know why the truth must always be put down with violence! When I informed him, through gritted teeth, that what I had done SO FAR was NOT violence, he and the others seemed to get the point (my Bootcamp Company Commander would have cracked him over the head with the megaphone to stress his point!), they finally left vowing to come back later (still haven't seen 'em).
Anyway, my point to this pointlessness is I find these neo-Hippie-wannabes quite absurd! They were all dressed liked they were homeless, but the kid with the mouthpiece was wearing Birkenstocks for Gods sake! Not to mention his Hemp sweatshirt and expensive designer "Hippie" pants. I swear his sandles alone cost more then everything I am currently wearing-combined!
All of this "Organic," ""Sweatshop-free," "Fair-trade," etc, crap is inane to me. Don't get me wrong, I agree with all the sympathies, but these things are LUXURIES in our society. Did the kid collect cans to save up for his $100 sandles? No, Daddy bought them on his VISA and probably paid for them with his profits from his Oil company stocks! Because the kid's got (relatively) wealthy parents he can afford to meander through life and continue going to school while protesting for poor immigrants that are working 12 hour days. And the kid is probably doing it wearing an iPod and sipping an expensive "Free-trade" latte!
My point is that there are plenty of hard working activists that sacrifice to help people (one of my best students has sacraficed for years working in non-profit, yet she was in class, not screaming through a megaphone), but these neoHippie-knuckleheads just don't get it. That's because they are just doing it for fun until they grow up.
I expect to be audited some day when my knucklehead from today finally returns in his job as an accountant for the IRS.
Figures.
This morning, I'm sitting in on a lecture for the class I assist teaching on (TA), and its your typical, early Monday morning, everyone is barely keeping their heads out of their laps, kind of lecture. Suddenly there is this loud blaring from the hall which is almost drowning out the poor professor (she's a sweet English woman with a relatively soft voice), so I slip out to check on the racket.
A small group of your typical neo-Hippie-wannabes are out there screaming through a megaphone about a protest for immigration rights later in the day. Now I'm actually very liberal in my political philosophies and am highly sympathetic to their agenda, but I asked them, politely at first, to consider that the students they were trying to gain the attention of were actually straining to ignore them to hear the prof (final exams next week and all). So I asked them to come back later near the end of the lecture to advocate their position. One of the little knuckleheads starts screaming through the megaphone toward the open class door (we were, afterall, the only class in session on the whole floor). So after I calmly removed said megaphone from said knucklehead's mouth he demanded to know why the truth must always be put down with violence! When I informed him, through gritted teeth, that what I had done SO FAR was NOT violence, he and the others seemed to get the point (my Bootcamp Company Commander would have cracked him over the head with the megaphone to stress his point!), they finally left vowing to come back later (still haven't seen 'em).
Anyway, my point to this pointlessness is I find these neo-Hippie-wannabes quite absurd! They were all dressed liked they were homeless, but the kid with the mouthpiece was wearing Birkenstocks for Gods sake! Not to mention his Hemp sweatshirt and expensive designer "Hippie" pants. I swear his sandles alone cost more then everything I am currently wearing-combined!
All of this "Organic," ""Sweatshop-free," "Fair-trade," etc, crap is inane to me. Don't get me wrong, I agree with all the sympathies, but these things are LUXURIES in our society. Did the kid collect cans to save up for his $100 sandles? No, Daddy bought them on his VISA and probably paid for them with his profits from his Oil company stocks! Because the kid's got (relatively) wealthy parents he can afford to meander through life and continue going to school while protesting for poor immigrants that are working 12 hour days. And the kid is probably doing it wearing an iPod and sipping an expensive "Free-trade" latte!
My point is that there are plenty of hard working activists that sacrifice to help people (one of my best students has sacraficed for years working in non-profit, yet she was in class, not screaming through a megaphone), but these neoHippie-knuckleheads just don't get it. That's because they are just doing it for fun until they grow up.
I expect to be audited some day when my knucklehead from today finally returns in his job as an accountant for the IRS.
Figures.
posted by Fool Ishy at 12:25 PM
1 Comments:
Do you watch South Park? I think you and Eric Cartman would get along swimmingly.
Chris (My Blog)
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