this town is too big for me
Wow it’s been forever since I’ve blogged… but I have a very emo subject that might put a dent in my blog history. In class today, we had this discussion about the borders and illegal immigrants. Everybody in my class (including the teacher) is extremely liberal and they think that we should just admit to the fact that we can’t control the border, and let everyone in. The teacher made a point that Mexicans only take jobs that nobody wants anyways… and I didn’t have a good response to that because it’s true. (50 cents and hour to build a wall- I don’t think so). There are already 300,000 illegal immigrants coming in each year. It’s true that all my grand parents emigrated from Italy, but there’s just something not right about the border in mexico… but I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m just racist.
Last week when I went to a dirt bike competition, we set up camp early and far away from everybody else. The next day, some Mexican guys drove their trucks in and practically surrounded us. All night I had to listen to their bass and shitty music… and I do mean all night (until 5:00 in the morning) When I woke up, some of them were passed out on the sand with trash all around. The park rangers came and arrested a couple of them, and then one of the guys came over and asked if I had any spare gas for his quad. I looked at him like ‘ did you really come out to the middle of the desert and forget to bring gas?’ he offered to give me some warm beer that was in a keg sitting in the sand… but I gracefully declined. To sum up, they all left the next day, and the place was completely trashed. Don’t get me wrong there was plenty of red-neck-hicks trashing the place too… but, well that just doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling about opening the borders.
I realized that this town is just too big for me. I really wished I was raised out in the country or someplace hella faraway from here. The more I thought about it, I realized that with over a million people coming into this country every year, it’s the population that’s the problem. I’ve pretty much decided that the end of the world is going to come shortly after the population explodes… which it may have already done. If you look at japan, that’s a good idea of where things are headed. That island has more people than I can imagine. Walking down the street is like jumping into a mash pit. I thought of the days when America was a lot different. I’m talking about the Abraham Lincoln days- you know, “40 acres and a mule” (for free just for moving out west). Nowadays, you’ll be lucky to find half an acre for under $10,000.
I know that I must sound like a real hippie, and I should probably join some crazy tree hugger group. But I decided that it wouldn’t matter. Extreme environmentalists (which I’m not) are never going to ‘save the planet’ or do anything significant. They may delay the destruction of some rain forest… but it’s still going to happen. It’s like the thing that vegetarians do (in my opinion). If you just don’t like eating meat- fine. But if you think killing animals is wrong, and you think that you and your vegetarian friends can change anything by not eating meat… well your wrong. There’s just too many people in the world.
So now I have a problem because I’m a person, and that means (according to my no doubt flawed theory) I’m part of the problem. I’ve decided that humans really are like parasites. Overall, we do more harm than good. We use up all the natural resources we can get our hands on, destroy anything that will benefit us, and for what reason? Because it’s convenient? Well it’s too bad I’m part of the problem, because my very existence as a human being is contradictory to everything I have said. As much as I would like to do something to help, I don’t know where to start! It’s pointless to just complain, but It’s also pointless to try and take action. No matter how much tree hugging anybody does, the world is still going to end (sometime). And we’re the reason it probably will. Nothing lasts forever.
-steve
p.s. if anybody know the point to life, I’m open to suggestions.
Last week when I went to a dirt bike competition, we set up camp early and far away from everybody else. The next day, some Mexican guys drove their trucks in and practically surrounded us. All night I had to listen to their bass and shitty music… and I do mean all night (until 5:00 in the morning) When I woke up, some of them were passed out on the sand with trash all around. The park rangers came and arrested a couple of them, and then one of the guys came over and asked if I had any spare gas for his quad. I looked at him like ‘ did you really come out to the middle of the desert and forget to bring gas?’ he offered to give me some warm beer that was in a keg sitting in the sand… but I gracefully declined. To sum up, they all left the next day, and the place was completely trashed. Don’t get me wrong there was plenty of red-neck-hicks trashing the place too… but, well that just doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling about opening the borders.
I realized that this town is just too big for me. I really wished I was raised out in the country or someplace hella faraway from here. The more I thought about it, I realized that with over a million people coming into this country every year, it’s the population that’s the problem. I’ve pretty much decided that the end of the world is going to come shortly after the population explodes… which it may have already done. If you look at japan, that’s a good idea of where things are headed. That island has more people than I can imagine. Walking down the street is like jumping into a mash pit. I thought of the days when America was a lot different. I’m talking about the Abraham Lincoln days- you know, “40 acres and a mule” (for free just for moving out west). Nowadays, you’ll be lucky to find half an acre for under $10,000.
I know that I must sound like a real hippie, and I should probably join some crazy tree hugger group. But I decided that it wouldn’t matter. Extreme environmentalists (which I’m not) are never going to ‘save the planet’ or do anything significant. They may delay the destruction of some rain forest… but it’s still going to happen. It’s like the thing that vegetarians do (in my opinion). If you just don’t like eating meat- fine. But if you think killing animals is wrong, and you think that you and your vegetarian friends can change anything by not eating meat… well your wrong. There’s just too many people in the world.
So now I have a problem because I’m a person, and that means (according to my no doubt flawed theory) I’m part of the problem. I’ve decided that humans really are like parasites. Overall, we do more harm than good. We use up all the natural resources we can get our hands on, destroy anything that will benefit us, and for what reason? Because it’s convenient? Well it’s too bad I’m part of the problem, because my very existence as a human being is contradictory to everything I have said. As much as I would like to do something to help, I don’t know where to start! It’s pointless to just complain, but It’s also pointless to try and take action. No matter how much tree hugging anybody does, the world is still going to end (sometime). And we’re the reason it probably will. Nothing lasts forever.
-steve
p.s. if anybody know the point to life, I’m open to suggestions.
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The point of life is e^ipi=-1 (e to the i pi equals minus 1)
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