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Right now, I feel like I'm living in the Matrix. Everything seems so strange to me. There's a headline in today's Yahoo News: "France seeks new start to relations with US." Now to start with, that's bull because it pretends like we're dealing with all these deep issues, or at least cultural, social issues. In reality, all we're dealing with is animal power: who has the power to kill who? And I don't understand how one country can have such military supremacy when all the players have nuclear missiles. The only way to neutralize a nuclear missile is to be able to intercept it. According to our news, we're not there yet. And yet, according to our news, we have absolute military supremacy. Now how do we have absolute military supremacy when France, England, or China can put a nuclear missile right on Washington, DC? What it comes down to is that none of this makes sense because the masses are being lied to. The world scenario is something very different from what the mainstream news is telling us. I can understand why; most people I meet are idiots. How could you possibly trust them with important political and military knowledge? But I'm sick of being excluded from the non-Matrix world; I doubt this "elite" is really much smarter than I am.
On other topics, I met an old acquaintance at Subway today. We were supposed to hang out and smoke pot but I forgot that my ringer was off. I got a B on a Shakespeare quiz. I've been going through interesting changes here. I've been listening to my professors much more carefully and respectfully, even when their veiws differ very much from my own. I generally used to, with quite a bit of reason, think that most of my professors were far less knowledgeable than I was using petty political power to control me. But I've learned to mantain my belief that I'm generally right on the issues but still learn everything possible from the profs. By the way, I'm just talking about my literature professors. There are people like my speech professor, who's probably a nice enough woman, who just isn't in the same intelligence league as I am. Her whole world view is filled with the petty and the superficial. How can you ever learn anything of any great significance from a person like that? And, sadly, that's been about half of my professors. And before that, in high school, you have a whole different breed. A certain kind of person is called to teach the youth: namely people who love to have absolute power and have a similarly primitive worldview to the kids they're teaching. Oh, I dealt with some real authoritarian idiots. I still remember this science teacher who sent me to the office for refusing to take electrical shock like the rest of the class; apparently, it was an important learning experience. I should say that, on the whole, my English teachers were rather intelligent and humane.
Okay, to wrap things up, I bought a bottle of Chardonay and I've been meaning to write about it. Half the reason I bought it was to write about the new experience. I have drunk Chardonay before; I used to go to these school art shows and get smashed, indulge in all the gourmet appetizers, and look at the cool art. But they ended the free wine for legal reasons. I'm going to the next art show but it's not the same anymore.
It's a Gallo wine, which isn't jug wine but is among the lower echelons of the wine world. It still puts on an upper-class presentation and says it's good with: chicken, pork tenderloin or pasta alfredo. On the front, there's a highly conventional, almost dated drawing of a bunch of green-grapes still on the vine. As for the wine itself, I suppose it's what it should be. White grape juice doesn't have any flavor... and the wine has virtually no flavor, unless you look really hard, but it still carries the alcoholic bite. And maybe that's what you want if you're taking down a hearty meal like Pasta Alfredo or Chicken. I suppose they're right; those would be the proper uses of the wine. That's good marketing. I love marketing that gives intelligent information instead of treating the customer like a guillible kid. But, as a drinking wine, it is rather boring.


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