Well, this will be my last
editorial for Bucks. That’s
right, if all goes well I should
graduate with an associate’s
degree in journalism in a couple
of weeks, and then it’s a
little time off to reflect and
then off to a four-year school.
As I sit here writing this, I
remember back to when I first
started this column, my first
story was about how bad
drivers push me near the
brink of going on a shooting
rampage. All the editors at
the paper loved it, and told
me that I should just write
about things that push my
buttons, that when I’m angry
about something I should
write about it because it
makes for an interesting read.
Well, if that’s how they want
it, that’s how they’re going to
get it.
How come every single
time the cops are about to let
me and my friends go, one of
those drunken idiots have to
start arguing with them?
Dude, just shut up, Shut up,
shut up, shut up! They are
about to let us go, screw your
opinion on the matter and
why do you have to try and
get the last word in? Just shut
up, take your verbal scolding
and be glad they’re not going
to arrest us. But that’s asking
for too much isn’t it?
How come the people that
talk the most in class have
absolutely nothing of importance
to say? You know, this
three-hour class would be
over in an hour if you
crammed a Twinkie in your
pie hole and sat there and listened
to what the professor
had to say without putting
your 2 cents into the conversation.
How come every time a girl
breaks up with me, “It’s not
you, it’s me.” No it isn’t. Do I
look stupid to you? I have no
problem with you so obviously
the problem resides in me,
just be honest and say that
you’re not interested and
save me the mental mind
screw.
Why is it that the best looking
girls always go with the
guys that will treat them the
worst?
How come the African-
American College Fund isn’t
considered racist but if someone
was to start a Caucasian
College Fund it would be the
most racist thing since the
Rodney King beating?
How come a girl can quite
literally beat the crap out of a
guy, but if he so much as
pushes her he’s in jail for the
night?
Why do people waste more
time concerned about
American Idol, MySpace and
celebrity worship then things
that are actually important?
How come people have so
many beliefs? Why not just
have ideas? It’s easy to
change an idea, people kill
and die for what they believe
in. Thanks “Dogma.”
Why is everyone I know a
bloody moron? Have you
ever taken a look around at
your friends, co-workers and
people you’re forced to be in
contact with on a daily basis?
Has anyone else ever caught
themselves thinking, “Christ,
I’m surrounded by idiots?”
How come people that have
good lives whine and complain
about how hard they
have it? Listen you little
worm, at any given time there
are millions of people in the
world that have it worse then
you, stop bringing me down
and shut up.
How come Comedy Central
can say the ‘N’ word but they
censor the vulgar term for
human fecal material? It
might just be me but I always
thought the ‘N’ word was
worse than the ‘S’ word. it
must just be me.
Well, I’m running out of
space so that will end my rant
for this issue. You know, I’m
kind of sad that this will be
my last editorial, and I’m
going to miss this place when
I’m gone. I only hope that like
a Ryder “You’re going to
miss me when I’m gone.”
10 Op/Ed Monday, May 5, 2008
A Piece of my Mind