Yet Another Reason to Stay Away From Facebook

http://www.prwatch.org/news/2011/10/11078/cmd-demands-investigation-facebooks-impact-privacy

Okay, so if people who use facebook don’t already care about the lack of privacy they willingly submit to, why would they suddenly care about this newest Big Brother-esque gadget. Facebook seems to be slowly, but surely baiting people into unwittingly giving up information about themselves so that they can sell this valuable information to some marketing douche. I have an eerie feeling that facebook purposely keeps changing their privacy policy and settings so that your average user will simply give up trying to decipher what personal info is getting spread all over the internet. The innate need to tell others about whatever random thought just popped into people’s heads vastly outweighs any concern that a well organized network of corporate spies is making money off their every keystroke(facebook’s free…right?). Ironically, the people protesting on Wall St. are complaining that corporations have too much power. I think that as a society, we’ve essentially handed them this power because we never question the big picture stuff like: Gee, I wonder what facebook does with all the information about people it collects? All we’re doing is making their job way easier than it’s supposed to be, just so we can entertain ourselves. In a sense, I feel like we’re now getting what we’ve had coming. There is a price to be paid for our insatiable appetite for constant entertainment, speed, and convenience: it’s called capitulation. Corporations can’t be blamed for our own ignorance, they’re simply filling the vacuum we left behind when we forfeited our rights in the name of convenience and entertainment.

Wheelchair Envy

When I first got injured I had no idea what a trendsetter I was. Nice try guys.

Never Fuck With a Man in a Wheelchair

First of all, they probably don’t have much to lose. Who knows, maybe they’re feeling extra grumpy because their stupid morning aid forgot to close the pee bag all the way, and they spent half the day soaked in their own urine. Secondly, chances are they’re some kind of danger seeker to begin with, just waiting for an opportunity to bust some skulls- hence the wheelchair. And thirdly, paralyzed people feel no pain- literally.

Am I Supposed to Hate My Life?

Sometimes I get the feeling that people are uncomfortable with a quadriplegic who is acting just a little too happy. What he fuck is he so smiley about, stupid dipshit must enjoy being a cripple. You’re supposed to stay in a constant state of angry dissatisfaction, or else that's a clear sign that you’re not trying hard enough to un-cripple yourself. I heard that if you ever show your disability any signs of happiness, it might start to get the idea that you actually like being in a wheelchair. By the way, I know a guy who was paralyzed for five years until one day he fell in a pool, and wouldn’t you know it, that bastard started swimming. It’s all in your state of mind, you know. Problem is, unless you’re in a constant state of dissatisfied yearning, your spinal cord has no chance of ever repairing the broken spot. In fact, research has shown that spinal cord tissue thrives on negative emotions, emotions which bombard the broken part with subatomic negatively charged protoplasm. Without this critical element, the damaged spinal cord gets complacent and forces the body to figure out other ways of getting shit done. That’s where it all goes to hell. Don’t ever bother learning any alternative ways of doing things because that too will be a sign that you’ve given up on life and secretly like having complete strangers wipe your ass. So wipe that smile off your face, cripple, your making everybody uncomfortable!