Retards Should Not Have the Right to Their Own Opinion
Go for shock value yeah! Okay, okay, so maybe the title of this piece is a little contradictory toward my core beliefs. I have told everybody about the fat annoying chick from my creative writing class, right? The one who cannot not write a complete sentence to save her life? WHERE’S THE GOD DAMN SUBJECT IN YOUR DAMN SENTENCE? Damn fool. It’s not really that bad, but it sure as hell seems it is. More or less her writing is a bunch of incoherent thoughts all shoved together in an attempt to make a paragraph. Here is a sample:
“It has been a very long trip but I’m excited. I haven’t seen my friend in years. I can feel the turbulence jolting me around as this plane is landing I hope that it surely lands safely I am sweating it. Robin is picking me up at the airport when I land. She can’t wait for me to meet her crew and even get to spend some time, myself, with the High Mountain Rangers. Robin is the type of girl that everyone smiles with. She is a long legged blond that all the men stop dead in their tracks. However, Robin has to stay in shape due to the search/rescue missions that she goes on all of the time. She and I have matching personalities. One time, Robin and I went shopping and she was approached by some guy…”
It goes on and on and on and on and on… Okay, that hurt me just to write that blasted thing, let alone reread it. My five year old little sister writes better paragraphs than these.
And it is not like she is trying to write in some experimental creative form or whatnot, because seriously folks, she is a moron. Her essay writing is worse than this. This by the way is the start of her book, which is going to be a romantic novel. Yes, she is in love with crappy, dime-store, soap opera-esk, soft-core, poorly written, kind of books you see at the grocery store. So—okay, maybe some of those books could be well written, but I am going to argue for my taste that they are crappy. Sadly, this girl cannot even meet those standards when it comes to writing, and what’s worse is that she doesn’t know it. No, she brags all day long that she has a book she is writing and offers to help others with their own writing. She say’s things like, “According to the way I do it, your paper should be this way…” or “What I do in situations like this is…” And everybody just rolls their eyes at her. I distinctly try to catch her eye while I roll mine. People automatically adjust what they are doing when she opens her mouth for one of her lengthy, absurd, and incoherent diatribes on someone else’s work. Whether it is reading a book, looking longingly out the window (my favorite), shuffling their papers loudly in annoyance, everyone finds something better to do with their time as this obese woman rambles away.
This is where my title of this piece comes from. This woman is so retarded, how she was accepted into UC, let alone got past the age of 40 is some kind of miracle. Satan must exist if he allows such a creature to torment me so. Ere go Satan, we can count on God as well—I guess. What I am really saying is that I have no patience for stupid people. Everyone has a bit of tolerance—I suppose—even me. But my tolerance is very limited. I really believe someone should make a rule for this woman not to have the right to speak, write, etcetera, about any further opinions she has regarding anything in the future. The world would be a better place.
I know, I know, I am an elitist. I am. And this belief goes against my love for democracy. Wait, now that I think about it, I hate democracy too. Personally, I would love to be tyrant, oh no not a king, but Tyrant, of the entire world if I could. Wouldn’t we all? Don’t give me any self righteous bullshit about John Mills greater good and all that. Everyone, at least at some point in their small existence has had to want control of one thing or another. Whether it is control of your own situation, perhaps being the boss at work, all the way down to believing your beliefs are correct as opposed to others. I digress. Though I would love to be Tyrant, I know that it will never happen. Therefore, I have to admit that even though I hate democracy, it is the best alternative for me to live under. It’s my own paradox of freedom. You can’t take away my rights, bitch! Yet, sadly I cannot take away the rights of others. [Sigh]
So I have to make do with the fact that I cannot take away that woman’s right to speak, damn it. I have to abide by my own want standards of freedom from oppression. I guess it’s a relief that I am not in a setting to where I would have to listen to what this lady is saying. I still have the freedom of looking longingly out the window as her mouth is agape. I know that irony will serve me in the end, and I will one day work under such a person. Till that day to when I either rule the world or roll my eyes behind my boss’ back, I drink this bleach and ammonia tonic toast to you all.
“It has been a very long trip but I’m excited. I haven’t seen my friend in years. I can feel the turbulence jolting me around as this plane is landing I hope that it surely lands safely I am sweating it. Robin is picking me up at the airport when I land. She can’t wait for me to meet her crew and even get to spend some time, myself, with the High Mountain Rangers. Robin is the type of girl that everyone smiles with. She is a long legged blond that all the men stop dead in their tracks. However, Robin has to stay in shape due to the search/rescue missions that she goes on all of the time. She and I have matching personalities. One time, Robin and I went shopping and she was approached by some guy…”
It goes on and on and on and on and on… Okay, that hurt me just to write that blasted thing, let alone reread it. My five year old little sister writes better paragraphs than these.
And it is not like she is trying to write in some experimental creative form or whatnot, because seriously folks, she is a moron. Her essay writing is worse than this. This by the way is the start of her book, which is going to be a romantic novel. Yes, she is in love with crappy, dime-store, soap opera-esk, soft-core, poorly written, kind of books you see at the grocery store. So—okay, maybe some of those books could be well written, but I am going to argue for my taste that they are crappy. Sadly, this girl cannot even meet those standards when it comes to writing, and what’s worse is that she doesn’t know it. No, she brags all day long that she has a book she is writing and offers to help others with their own writing. She say’s things like, “According to the way I do it, your paper should be this way…” or “What I do in situations like this is…” And everybody just rolls their eyes at her. I distinctly try to catch her eye while I roll mine. People automatically adjust what they are doing when she opens her mouth for one of her lengthy, absurd, and incoherent diatribes on someone else’s work. Whether it is reading a book, looking longingly out the window (my favorite), shuffling their papers loudly in annoyance, everyone finds something better to do with their time as this obese woman rambles away.
This is where my title of this piece comes from. This woman is so retarded, how she was accepted into UC, let alone got past the age of 40 is some kind of miracle. Satan must exist if he allows such a creature to torment me so. Ere go Satan, we can count on God as well—I guess. What I am really saying is that I have no patience for stupid people. Everyone has a bit of tolerance—I suppose—even me. But my tolerance is very limited. I really believe someone should make a rule for this woman not to have the right to speak, write, etcetera, about any further opinions she has regarding anything in the future. The world would be a better place.
I know, I know, I am an elitist. I am. And this belief goes against my love for democracy. Wait, now that I think about it, I hate democracy too. Personally, I would love to be tyrant, oh no not a king, but Tyrant, of the entire world if I could. Wouldn’t we all? Don’t give me any self righteous bullshit about John Mills greater good and all that. Everyone, at least at some point in their small existence has had to want control of one thing or another. Whether it is control of your own situation, perhaps being the boss at work, all the way down to believing your beliefs are correct as opposed to others. I digress. Though I would love to be Tyrant, I know that it will never happen. Therefore, I have to admit that even though I hate democracy, it is the best alternative for me to live under. It’s my own paradox of freedom. You can’t take away my rights, bitch! Yet, sadly I cannot take away the rights of others. [Sigh]
So I have to make do with the fact that I cannot take away that woman’s right to speak, damn it. I have to abide by my own want standards of freedom from oppression. I guess it’s a relief that I am not in a setting to where I would have to listen to what this lady is saying. I still have the freedom of looking longingly out the window as her mouth is agape. I know that irony will serve me in the end, and I will one day work under such a person. Till that day to when I either rule the world or roll my eyes behind my boss’ back, I drink this bleach and ammonia tonic toast to you all.
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