1. You’re dumber than previous generations were at their age.

So let's face it we were raised by TV. Previous generations didn't use the TV as a babysitter like it is used now. Single parents are a more common occurence than it use to be which results in having other people/objects to fill those roles. We have a lot more technological opportunities than previous generations and never experienced life without them. We do not need to use our minds or have intellectual talents when the world is at our finger tips in the form of the internet. Since the invention of GPS systems we don't even need the ability to read maps. Generations before us had to stay at school for an additional year to be able to attend University, which is certainly not the case for us. Our education system has been dumbed now and we are almost entirely reliant on instant access information systems. We rely on technology to tell us the answers instead of developing our own thought process. So, yes I completely agree and admit I am dumber than previous generations.

Cocaine, Valium and LSD

Hundreds of experiments are performed annually in which animals are forced to become addicted to drugs. on cocaine alone, over 500 studies have been conducted. An analysis of just 380 of these estimated that they cost about $100 million, most of it tax money. An example,In a laboratory at Downstate Medical Center run by Gerald Deneau, rhesus monkeys were locked into restraining chairs. The animals were then taught to self administer cocaine directly into the bloodstream in whatever quantities they wanted by pushing a button. According to one report,the test monkeys pushed the button over and over, even after convulsions. They went without sleep. They ate five to six times their normal amount, yet became emaciated.... In the end, they began to mutilate themselves and, eventually, died of cocaine abuse. Dr Deneau has acknowledged that "few people could afford the massive doses od cocaine there monkeys were able to obtain."Even though 500 animal experiments have been conducted involving cocaine, this is only a small part of the total amount of experimentation that involves turning animals into addicts. At the University of Kentucky, beagles were used to observe withdrawal symptoms from valium and a similar tranquillizer called Lorazepam. The dogs were forced to become addicted to the drug and then every two weeks, the tranuillizers were withdrawn. Withdrawal symptoms included twitches, jerks, gross body tremors, running fits, rapid weight loss, fear and cowering. After fourty hours of valium withdrawal, numerous tonic-clonic convulsions were seen in 7 out of 9 dogs. Two dogs had repeated episodes of clonic seizures invovling the whole body. Four of the dogs died- two while convulsing and two after rapid weight loss. Lorazepam produced similar symptons but not convulsive deaths. The experimenters reviewed experiments going back to 1931 in which barbiturate and tranquilizer withdrawal symptons had been observed in rats, cats, dogs, and primates.This next one is heart breaking. Danikah, this is probably going to upset you most of all.At the University of California at LA, Ronald Siegel chained two elephants to a barn. The female elephant was used in range-finding tests to determine procedures and dosages for LSD administartion. She was given the drug orally and by dart-gun. After this experimenters dosed both elephants every day for two monthd and observed their behavior. High doses of the hallucinogen caused the female to fall down on her side, trembling and barely breathing, for one hour. The high doses caused the bull elephant to become aggressive and charge Siegel, who described such repeated aggressive behavior as "inappropriate." The worse part of these experiments has to be how completely unneccessary they are. It's common knowledge that drugs are addictive and after constant abuse then abstinence you are going to experience withdrawal. Going into the PCI woods nowadays and you can see it occuring to multiple students. I personally have lost friends to drugs and have taken a addictions class during my first semester at Fanshawe. But no one needs to take a class about it really know all that much about drugs to know tehy are addicted and often lead to losing everything. You just need to take a look at those using and trying to get you to use. Look at their lifeless eyes and meaningless lives. This experiments do not need to done esspecially not on animals. There are enough addicts in the world, we don't need to force animals into it to conclude anything useful.

Information for this entry came from Peter Singer's book Animal Liberation. I find it inspiring and eye opening. It's important to inform people about what is really going on and just maybe change how they feel about the situation.

Women are baby factories.

It seems nowadays that all of Tim's friends are having babies and buying houses, all that wonderful grown up stuff. Meanwhile, my lady friends are getting pregnant and keeping their offspring before they finish high school or start college. This is frightening for lots of reasons. People are getting married for all the wrong reasons and bringing kids into this world before they're done being kids themselves. It's crazy because I never would have thought it would happen and definitely is not in my near future. I'm one of those people that believe in abortion and waiting till you are old and stable to have children. It's only fair.
Abortions are real and happen every day. Get the over it. OK, now that that is out of the way, on with what I was thinking.If a guy behaves honorably these days, does the right thing when he knocks a girl up, it means he accompanies her to the abortion clinic (except in St Thomas it means, he must now provide crack for three). Maybe he even pays for half or all of it. Maybe he does his 'I feel your pain' bit. Maybe he says stuff like, "It was my child too." But shotgun weddings are now passe. Walking down the aisle is no longer the gentlemanly thing to do. There aren't rules like that any longer. Of course, I know it's better this way. No unwanted babies (I was fortunate enough to be one of these babies), no teenage brides and peach-fuzz grooms trapped in marriages that never should have happened. I know it's better. I know. No-fault divorce is better too. And still, I can't quite shake this feeling that we live in a world gone wrong, that there are all these feelings you're not supposed to have because there's no reason to anymore. But still they're there, stuck somewhere, a flaw that evolution hasn't managed to eliminate yet, like tonsils or an appendix.

Depression and x-mas time.

Myself and depression have an on going relationship that comes and goes. There was a time when I entered a deep depression and struggled to get out of it. Somehow I did but around this time of the year it comes back and visits me. Speaking with several other friends of mine I know I am not the only one. As much as I dislike myself when I get depressed I write some of my best works and create some of my best art because of it.
Last year in an attempt to define myself I created this piece of writing. I guess it's a way to defend my actions when depression and I get together to celebrate the christmas holidays.
I have studiously tried to avoid using the word madness to describe my actions. Now and again, the word slips out, but I dislike it. Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds (myself included). That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of my condition. Madness is delightful to the beholder, scary in its way, but still fun to watch, a sport for spectators and rubbernecks who can't avert their eyes from the awefulness that they know they shouldn't be seeing. It's every great moment in rock and roll, and it's probably every great moment in popular culture. The elegance and beauty of Cio-Cio-San as she bleeds to death in Madame Butterfly, or of the double suicide in Romeo and Juliet: That is the domain of madness alone. The word madness allows its users to celebrate the pain of its sufferers, to forget that underneath all the acting-out and quests for fabulousness and fine poetry, there is a person in huge amounts of dull, ugly agony. Why must every literary examination of so many writers and artists, keep perpetuating the notion that their individual pieces of genius were the result of madness? While it may be true that a great deal of art finds its inspiration wellsprung in sorrow, let's not kid ourselves about how much time each of these people wasted and lost by being mired in misery. So many productive hours slipped by as a paralyzing despair took over. No one writes during depressive episodes. If they were manic-depressives, they worked during hypomania, the productive precursor to a manic phase which allows a peak of creative energy to flow; if they were unipolar depressives, they create during their periods of reprive. This is not to say that we should deny sadness it's rightful place among the muses of all art forms, but let's stop calling it madness, let's stop pretending that the feeling itself is interesting. Let's call it depression and admit that it is very bleak. Sure, madness draws crowds, sells tickets, keeps The National Enquirer in business. Yet so many suffer in silence, without anyone knowing, their plight somehow invisible until they adpot the antics of madness which are impossible to ignore. Depression is such an uncharismatic disease, so much the opposite of the lively vibrance that one associates with madness. Now, to sum this up, remember that when you're at the point at which you're doing something as desperate and violent as sticking your head in an oven, it's only because the life that preceded this act felt even worse. Think about living in depression from moment to moment, and know it is not worth any of the great art that comes as it's by-product.
Even though sucide got mentioned several times in there, I have never seriously considered harming myself. I'm not the self destructive type. I prefer to destroy outwardly. I don't know what I think I am accomplishing by posting about it aside from letting those who suffer alone know that they really aren't. If you don't like this time of year, neither do I.

Hardened police officers have been shocked by the horrifying torture, mutilation and brutal slaying of a seven month old fox terrier puppy near Mackay at the weekend.If found guilty, they could face up to two years in prison. Police have obtained video footage from a mobile phone which shows graphic images of the puppy yelping and howling in terrible pain as it was hacked to pieces with garden shears and a pocked knife.They said the owners were too distressed to talk to anyone about it.The pups nose was cut off, its front right leg and rear left leg were cut off and it was decapitated. A three-part video series on a mobile phone shows the dog being tortured.The maximum penalty under the Animal Care and Protection Act for such an offence is $75,000 or two years in jail; however the maximum penalty ever handed out has been a four month jail term.

This occurred in Australia. I got this piece from a lady friend that is currently located there.

This man who brutally tortured and performed a lobotomy on a helpless puppy. Even if it wasn't a puppy, an animal, who has no voice to proclaim and scream for help. I am sickened by this act and have lost my faith in humans yet again. Even if murdering animals isn't against the law and there are no large sentences for animal cruelty, this man deserves to sit in jail for a long time to rot. Unless you want to release him back into the public in which case how long till he takes a human instead of a puppy.

Doctors always say that if a child is twisted as a youngster and mutilates animals chances are he/she will grow up into a murdering criminal. So this man must get some form of pleasure from animal cruelty. How long till he bores of their yelps and cries and desires the pleading and intimacy of a human.

Imagine what this poor puppy went through, if you can. Now try and convince me that man does not deserve worse than a fine or two years in jail. Animal cruelty is unacceptable whether for fur, medical, farm or pleasure. It's barbaric and primitive. People need to realize that each animal plays a vital role in the world we live. It's a balance of nature and all things wild. By constantly killing animals and violating the earth for all of it's valuable minerals and herbs we are surely killing ourselves.

But it's entertainment! He said

He enjoys his weekly dose of mind numbing visual vomit, while I would rather read chapters of tidious shit in my Visual Communication Image with Messages text book. More so because I have to then chose to. So this is what I have to say about television.

TV is trash. Television reunions between adopted children and their birth parents; encounters between a husband, his mistress, and his wife; discussions among killers on death row (in irons, via satillite), and the families of their victims; confrontations between incest survivors and their abusive relatives; meetings between corrupt plastic surgeons and the women whose faces they deformed with wrinkle-reducing silicone injections that turned out to be toxic; a priest, a rabbi, a monk, and a minister (sounds like the beginning of a shitty joke) who have slept with members of their congregations. You could see all these events on simple, old-fashioned network television, all in one single day. So get off your ass, rip the tv out of the entertainment unit and throw it out the window. Do it!