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17 August 2005

saeva indignatio


Bugs & Sam (c) Warner Bros

well, i'm done with my drawings. i'll be seeing the fruits of my labour soon (and i'm posting 'em when everything's all good.)
i know i've been bad at keeping [my blog] updated but as my days go on a more relaxed pace -- i'll have time to post an entry. i've hibernated enough so
nitpickers, get ready to flap your gums [once more]. might as well give you something to bitch about.
i had the unfortunate experience of reading one of the worst letters in the history of e-mail. a bigoted jackass wrote fanatically about his views on racial intelligence that set me off. normally, i ignore milksops like him but my conscience wouldn't let me. i could've sued the bastard, only his letter wasn't for me. instead, i decided to email everyone on my address book -- i attached his perfectly horrid and offensive letter, tried to be objective and loving which was an impossible task. of course i was taught to love my brethren, but the guy simply failed to make the cut.
he gave all that his peanut-sized brain could squeeze, explaining how eugenics could make the world a better place to live, also putting freaky hitler on a pedestal. i know what free speech means, however, some ideas are like poison.
i got a mixed reaction from many people who read my email, finally giving their two cents' worth -- some were effusive, others were nonchalant. the reason for the "nonchalance" though was, they were afraid for me. people who know me know how passionate i am, i get into lots of trouble for it.
standing in someone else's shoes takes guts. to fully understand them, you either went through similar situations or you're genuinely compassionate (and compassion is innate.) it cracks me up when some idiot announces his/her flawless character with trumpets because frankly, nobody gives a damn until you shut up and begin to practice humility.
a man is not defined by the nature of his job, his social status, or the colour of his skin. if you can't figure it out yourself, you aren't one. now, fetch my slippers, you manging mutt.

We fight for men and women whose poetry is not yet written but which will presently be as enviable and renowned as any of them.
-- Robert Gould Shaw



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