Manu�*yawn*�facturing�*yawn* Consent
Long ago, in the never-ending quest to expand my mind in ways that don�t involve narcotics or a blow to the head, I borrowed Chomsky�s classic from a colleague. Based on my political angst and passion for government bashing and society reaming, I was eager to tackle this literary wonder. It pains me to say such things, but this book is really boring. There are more charts and sources sited notes then I ever imagined possible and the worst part is that I can�t seem to put any sort of dent in it. I have been perpetually stuck on page 37, which places me at the very beginning of chapter 2. And the only reason I am staring at the cover right now is that I have finally depleted the stack of sci-fi/fantasty novels I have been meaning to read for some time and have yet to hit up my friends to procure acceptable alternatives. Hence forth I will no longer bring this tome of knowledge to try and read during down time at work and use it for it�s intended purpose; an all natural sleep aid.
Thankfully, dearest of diaries, the manager that has been stalking my net surfing habits is out of the office today, allowing me to browse and type away to my hearts content.
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I�m still not sure if I should jump for joy or weep in frustration now that the newest movie based on a book has taken the limelight finally away from Janet�s titty. I have been offending a large number of people when I loudly proclaim that, �If I�m going to see a fictional movie, based on a fictional character from a book, I�d rather go see something that is not quite as far-fetched and a little more believable that Gibson�s latest epic.� My mother, in a rare moment of frustration, raised her voice and proclaimed, �what�s wrong with you? I thought we raised you right!� Her sigh of exasperation was the only response forth coming when I retorted, �but ma, you did raise me right; you taught me to think for myself at a very early age and I do so with glee.�
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I am starting to give up on the world and occasionally I find myself reverting back to �nuke em tell they glow and let god sort them out.� I know this is a bit hypocritical based on my non-religious stance; I�m really just interested in nuking them all.
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I have a pretty cock and not because I think so, as I find the male reproductive organ anything but attractive or the male silhouette for that matter, but because I have been told so. Without exception, every woman that has been gracious, desperate or stupid enough to sleep with me in the many months since being on the open market have made a number of comments. I refuse to divulge details or anything specific beyond what I have already stated; I just think it sounds cool when a chick tells you that you have a beautiful cock.
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And what random tirade would be complete without a moment of government bashing? As mentioned many times before, my glorious corporations business is international shipping, so I am exposed to various escalated requests for shipments destine to all corners of the globe. Most recently, I spoke at length with a Specialist in the United States military who is attempting to send 5 pallets (4000lbs) worth of material to Iraq.
The specifics?
His superiors only allocated a certain amount of monetary capital to cover the shipping costs. The initial quotes for the freight in question were WELL beyond the amount that he had to spend. This particular military man, let it be known that he had spent 10 months in scenic downtown Baghdad in various support, behind the scenes �rear action� and non-combat settings. It seems that in Iraq, there is no secure rear area that would offer the normal protection and safety associated with support type jobs (Jessica Lynch anyone?). And the problem that this nice man from a military action I never condoned was that he was trying to ship the previously mentioned supplies to these rear area troops because they were initially sent to this particular war zone without the proper equipment.
And what, you may ask dearest of diaries, equipment did our troops not get?? Why Kevlar body armor and Kevlar blankets for protection of course! Oh yes, we occupied a country and we didn�t provide our troops with body armor.
If the whole lack of WMD�s, the lies associated with said WMD�s and the fact that we are trading blood for oil and favors to major corporations in the rebuilding efforts so they can make a profit isn�t enough to tick you off�Then maybe you, like me, know someone stationed in the middle east that wakes up each and everyday an prays to a God that doesn�t listen for their Humvee not to be the one hit by crudely made explosive devices because the government didn�t bother to give them equipment that would probably save their lives. I for one am curious as to how many of our dead soldiers might have lived if they would have been adequately protected by the government they are dying for?
Sadly, their will be no USA today pie graph or Crossfire discussion about such subjects because it�s not good for morale or for those that support the war.
Manufacturing Consent truly is the name of the game; damn maybe there is something to this book after all?
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