why your anti-same-sex marriage arguments are invalid

The current equality symbol is red to denote marriage equality, following the slogan “love is love”

I’m getting to the point where I can’t even effectively argue this issue anymore, because the people who are refusing equal rights to the LGBT community just make me want to punch them in the face.  I’m hoping that laying it all out on the line here will be less frustrating, so here goes…

1. “Marriage has always been between a man and a woman.”

Uh, maybe in your intolerant religion, but the last time I checked, Christianity wasn’t the only religion on the planet.  The Native Americans, Hindus, Confucians, Wiccans, and Unitarian Universalists all allow homosexuality in their religions.

2. “It will devalue the sanctity of straight marriage.”

First of all, divorce has already done that, so if you want to blame anyone, go talk to Henry VIII, okay?  Second of all, you’re talking about prohibiting the legal recognition of same-sex marriage within our government.  You know the Second Amendment that you all like so much?  Check it out:

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

Okay, let me break this down so you understand it: keep your religion out of our government, as our government is required to stay out of your religion.  Christians are so quick to say that there’s some “War on Christmas” and that “our Christian values are being threatened!”  No they’re not!  Your Christian values are only threatened by all of the Christians running in the other direction because of your hateful dogma, and refusal to accept that not everyone has to follow your doctrine.  The government is not going to force your church to recognize same-sex marriage, so don’t try to make the government follow your values.

If you can accept that other religions and people are okay with same-sex marriage, you need to accept that pushing your religious views into law is not only unethical, it’s illegal.

3. “Marriage is for procreation.”

Fuck off.  Seriously, just fuck the fuck off…

4. “This is a new thing and Proposition 8 is just akin to pushing the ‘pause’ button so that we can all play catch-up.”

Excuse me??

“They gave me a medal for killing a man, and a discharge for loving one.”

This picture is a two-fer, not only are these guys old as hell, they’re in the damn military.  So for all you homophobic soldiers, sailors, Marines, and airmen, there’s plenty of gay dudes in the military.  They’re not scamming on your junk, so pipe the fuck down (I love you, Jenna Marbles…)

Homosexuality has been around since the Dawn of Man (unlike your dumb “traditional values”), and you would think that perhaps we would be used to it by now, but no, we can’t deal.  Because people suck.

5. “The Bible says it’s wrong.”

Okay, so let’s just pretend here for a minute that the Christian Bible applies to everyone (Newsflash: it doesn’t), even so, didn’t the Great and All-Powerful Jesus say “judge not, lest ye be judged”?  Aren’t there plenty of examples in the Bible that says “yo dudes, leave the sinners alone, because I’ll take care of them later” (or something like that), and if there are parts of the Bible that say that you all do need to take action, doesn’t that make it contradictory, and like, proof that maybe the Bible was written by people and not some omnipotent, omniscient, infallible Santa-in-the-sky figure??

I’m confused about who’s who here…

Alright, so moving along from the “we all do actually have to follow the Bible” fallacy, we all don’t follow the frickin’ Bible!  If you want to follow the Bible, bully for you, but I don’t, I’m good, I don’t need it.  If your church doesn’t want to recognize same-sex marriage, that’s totally fine!  A church is supposed to be a group of people with shared values, if you all agree that homosexuality is wrong and that allowing homosexuals to marry in your church would destroy you, then don’t let them in, that’s totally fine.  No self-respecting gay wants to be a member of your hateful club anyways, and if you really think that same-sex marriage is going to destroy everything, your faith isn’t very strong then, is it?

Bottom line: no one here is even entitled to an opinion on homosexuality or same-sex marriage.  Why?  Because whether you like it or not, gay people exist, and whether you want them to get married or not, they are going to.  It is absolutely unconstitutional to tell someone that they aren’t entitled to the rights that you are afforded because your religion won’t allow it.  Again, fuck off.

I can’t believe that this whole Prop 8 thing doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, it really makes me believe that we need to get all the old white dudes out of office.  Maybe they were progressive 40 years ago when they were initially going into politics, but they aren’t now, and our generation is ready for some fucking change.  So I’m going to shamelessly plug my new Cause and Facebook page: Vote Out.  It’s new, we don’t have a lot of members yet, but I’m working on it.  I would love it if you all would take the Vote Out Pledge (found here), and help support the page as well.  Congress is no longer representative of America’s people, we have to take our elected government back, and get some younger blood in there.  Please.  Vote responsibly.  Learn about your representative’s campaign.  Don’t let anyone tell you how to vote.  Vote your conscience.  We can make America great again.


what it’s like being a disabled veteran

First, let me start by saying that I absolutely do count my blessings. I consider myself fortunate indeed, and I do live quite “comfortably” (more on that later). I do not want anyone to think that I’m whining, or a victim, but sometimes, a girl’s just gotta rant…

I joined the Navy in August of 2005, was stationed at the ASW base in Point Loma in the spring of 2006, and had my first back spasm that fall. I was lying in bed for about 8 hours, not knowing what was wrong, not knowing how to make the pain stop, when I finally realized that I needed to get up and get help. As soon as I tried to get out of bed, pain like I’d never experienced. I screamed. I screamed and screamed. The window in my barracks room was open, and I was mortified that people could hear me, but something had to be done. Just as I was able to roll out of bed, my roommate came in and told me she was going to help get me to the NMT office for help. I gingerly walked down the stairs, across the street, and into the office, with her help (thank God my room was so close…). I was in tears, I couldn’t bend, twist, or stand up straight. I walked into the office and told them I was in pain and I didn’t know what was happening. One of the Petty Officers there pressed his hand into my back to see what was wrong and I had to clamp my own hands over my mouth to muffle my scream. They called an ambulance, and the EMTs put a backboard up against my back, strapped me on, and tilted me back. It was excruciating, but once I was lying down again, the pain subsided a little.

When we got to Balboa Hospital, the doctors gave me intravenous fluids, painkillers, and muscle relaxers. I was told that due to the severity of the spasm, and how long it had been happening, the muscles had separated from my spine. I had sprained my back. I was told I’d have to keep it strong to avoid re-injury, so I worked out three times a day, every day. 20 minutes on the elliptical in the late morning, weights, and stretching. Class PT, usually volleyball or mock PRTs in the early afternoon. Another 20 minutes on the elliptical after class in the evening, more weights, and more stretching. I was in the best shape of my life, then I went to the ship.

I reported to the USS Chancellorsville in the spring of 2007, we were in the yards, so there wasn’t a whole lot of typical work going on. I painted, sanded, did deck grinding, and lots of cleaning. We pulled out in the fall, and our underway schedule started. We went up to Canada in the winter, that was my first real underway, and it sucked. It was so cold, but I dealt with it, made the best of it. The following summer, we went on WESTPAC, my first, and while it was difficult (I genuinely considered not going because of the abuse I had been suffering at the hands of my division), I adjusted well, and I even got together with my now-fiancé at the very end (while we were in port! No hanky-pankys on the ship).

The winter was uneventful, but the next summer, we SURGEd, and that’s when the real problems started. The metal decks and steep stairwells started to wear on my knees, I was noticing pain and stiffness developing, but just dealt with it. That fall, we went back into the yards, but we had to take part in RAMs (Random Antiterrorism Measures). We were short on gun qualifications, and didn’t have enough topside rovers, I stood 11 hours of watch in one day, from 1130-1630, 1730-1830, 1930-2030, and 2130-0130. That was the day my knees finally gave out. By the end of my last watch, they were the size of melons, so swollen and stiff with fluid that I couldn’t bend them.

After the initial pain and swelling subsided, I started realizing that my chronic symptoms had become much, much worse. My knees creaked and cracked, they caught and slipped, I could no longer bend them and bear weight, I had to choose. Now, everyone knows that when lifting, you’re supposed to use your legs, but that was too painful, I started lifting with my back. Being pretty strong, and working out with the VBSS team, I was no stranger to manual labor, and I had no issue working with the boys doing the dirty work, but after a while, I began to notice that my back was causing me pain too. I would be stiff in the morning, and it was painful getting in and out of my rack, lifting and bending became harder, and my back spasms returned. I also developed sciatica, which caused shooting pain down my legs (mostly my right) and numbness in my feet. I lost all reflex in my right knee.

I expressed my concerns to Doc, but she was busy, tough, and an FMF Corpsman, she didn’t have the patience to deal with complaints like mine, so I dealt with it. We got a new Doc, and while he was a little more approachable, he was less competent, and wasn’t able to help me much. I developed dishydrosis in my hands and feet, and some kind of eczema on my legs, but nothing he gave me helped. He did give me Toradol injections when my back was really hurting, which was several times a week, sometimes more than once a day. He also gave me Mobic, which kind of helped.

I began to get depressed, I didn’t like being in pain all the time, it made me angry, and I would lash out at people, who would in turn call me a bitch and treat me like crap, only they didn’t know that I was only angry because I hurt. In 2010, it got to the point where I demanded to be seen by someone else. The only problem was, we were in the middle of the ocean doing RIMPAC, and the only option was going to the USS Ronald Reagan, but I took it. Doc told me that if I was as bad as I was saying I was, they might send me home, so I packed my stuff, and waited to be allowed to go. People started saying I was malingering, that I was just trying to get off of the ship, because I “packed too much.” It made me even angrier.

I went to the Reagan, told them what was going on, and found out that I wasn’t supposed to be getting Toradol and Mobic because they were both the same type of NSAID. So they took me off Toradol, the only thing that gave me relief for a few hours after a dose. I lost it. I started crying, I told the doctors that I needed better treatment, and I begged them for some real help. They sent me to one of the Chaplains, a rabbi, who was very kind and understanding, he wrote several e-mails to my command requesting that I be seen both by Balboa and Fleet Mental Health. I’m not religious, but he offered to pray for me, and I said yes. He prayed for me in his stateroom, and he asked YHWH to help me. I appreciated that beyond measure.

I was sent back to the ship, much to the hateful satisfaction of those who said I was “faking it,” but they had received the correspondence from the Reagan and my chain of command understood that I needed more help. I was referred to FMH and sent to Balboa for an MRI on my right knee. After a few weeks of seeing a psychiatrist (a nice Commander who happened to be from New Hampshire, which was a nice shared bond, seeing as I’m from Maine), I was doing better, I was on medication, and it was generally easier to deal with the pain when I could go home, sleep on a comfortable bed, and my wonderful boyfriend would rub my back until it didn’t hurt. I received the results of my MRI, and went for a LIMDU assessment, where I was told I would never be able to serve at sea again.

When I received my LIMDU orders, my LCPO was disappointed, now that I was leaving, it was clear that I was actually an asset to the division, and he needed me for PAR (I forget what the acronym stands for, but it was a big ASW review of maintenance, operations, and training). I told him I would stay, but that I needed to get out of the duty section, I simply couldn’t stand for hours at a time anymore, my back and my knees couldn’t take it. He said there was nothing he could do, so I said I was sorry, but that I had to leave.

So I reported to TPU (worst command ever, don’t go there, ever…) and eventually got placed in the EOC (Emergency Operations Center) where I served my LIMDU time. When my six months expired, I was still using a cane, in physical therapy, and wasn’t nearly “cured,” but I got stuck in a rather unfortunate loophole, one that did not work in my favor: if one is unable to finish an entire six month LIMDU period before their EAOS, they are not entitled to go on LIMDU (even if it’s a renewal). I asked if I could get a Med Board instead, but they told me I had to complete two consecutive LIMDU periods to get a Med Board. I ended up being honorably discharged, which requires being fit for full duty, and they made me sign my fit for full paperwork with a pen in one hand and my cane in the other. I was told the VA would take care of me.

I was discharged in August of 2011, I had filed my VA paperwork in July, and I didn’t receive a response until about eight months later. I still don’t have a rating on everything! The really fun part is that they are making me start all over again with my treatments. I had to go on the basic prescriptions for pain, depression, and my eczema thing (it hasn’t actually been diagnosed, no one knows what it is).

While I was in the Navy, I was also treated for cervical dysplasia, and had several colposcopies, I hadn’t had one in a couple of years and got one from my PCP, but the results were inconclusive, and now she won’t let me get one until September, and if it comes back normal, I can’t get another one for three years! My mother had cervical dysplasia, she missed a pap once, and the next time it came around, she had stage four cervical cancer and had to have a hysterectomy. I’m 27, I don’t have kids yet, I’m not even married  yet, my fertility is a very important thing to me right now, and I swear to God, if I get cancer because the damn VA didn’t want to pay for a pap every six months, I will sue the shit out of them.

I don’t agree with suing, I think we’re a sue-happy society and that people need to take personal accountability, but I can’t get health insurance because I have a pre existing condition. Even if I could, I couldn’t afford to pay the hundreds of dollars a month for private health care. The VA is all I have right now. The VA is all a lot of people have, and it sucks. There’s too many of us, and not enough funding for them. The VA makes monsters out of decent people because veterans can’t get the care they need. The VA doesn’t cover chiropractic work, which was one of the most effective treatments I had for my back while I was in the Navy, I’m also told acupuncture works wonders, but they don’t cover that either. Luckily, my fiancé received an e-stim at work, which is another therapy I’ve done, and that helps. I have a heating pad, my fiancé rubs my back when it’s sore or stiff, and he even bought me a hot tub last Christmas. Maybe I was “spoiled” by Navy medicine supplying everything, down to over-the-counter meds, but I feel like the VA doesn’t provide us with shit. I had to wait eight hours in the ER once, only to be given an IV with some painkillers and then discharged. I still haven’t been seen for my knee, my back, or my eczema, which has now spread to my arms. Dermatology won’t even see me until I go back and try hydrocortisone. Really? You think I haven’t tried that yet? I’ve had this since ’09-’10, you think I haven’t been there, done that?

I worry that my relationship may fall apart, I get angry, withdrawn, and it’s hard to want to be intimate with someone when you’re always in pain, or itching, or sad, or all of the above. To top it all off is the stress. I am always stressed about something, and I seriously feel like it’s killing me. Last night, I couldn’t shut my brain off about a school project, and I didn’t get to sleep until 7am, and was woken up by my dog at 10:30am. I’m not even tired now, and it’s 3am! I just can’t relax, I can’t be pain-free, I can’t be normal. “Normal,” for me, is pain. I get back spasms now, and I know they’re just as bad as they used to be, but they don’t register as hurting as much because I’m used to it! That is so messed up! My PCP in the Navy told me that I was the most jacked up 25 year old she’d ever seen, and that if I didn’t get 80% service connected disability from the VA, she’d be shocked. Well, I started at 60%, but they did upgrade me to 80% this year (with back pay), and I haven’t even been evaluated on the main issues yet.

This is the life of a disabled veteran, I guess: pain and stress, stress and pain…

i DESPISE group work…

So I’m taking a humanities class this semester, LAS-432: Technology, Society, and Culture. I was looking forward to it until I saw the syllabus: 80% of our grades are based on a team project. Great.

Now, it’s not that I hate people (I only hate most of them), or that I don’t want to work with others; it’s that I have a perfect GPA, I just received my Dean’s List letter, and I am hell-bent on wearing that cord and graduating Summa Cum Laude. I’ve never been on the honor role more than a couple of semesters in high school, and I want to know what it feels like to actually do well in school.

My problem is that my grades now depend on four other people, who have varying degrees of motivation, ability, and intelligence. I am not okay with the idea that my GPA is now in their hands. I know at least one of my teammates is okay with B’s, one B on my record, and I can’t graduate with highest honors. I am absolutely terrified.

Am I a perfectionist? Yes. Am I holding these people to my ridiculously high standards? Yes. Is that okay? No, not really. As unfair as it is that these people affect my grade, and everything I’ve been busting my ass for, it is equally unfair that my obsession with A’s is now being forced upon them. Some people aspire to mediocrity, and if that’s what they want, that’s their business. Far be it from me to ask that they give their very best to ensure I preserve my grade. I’m sure it would be much more fair if I were to lower my expectations for my entire degree, rather than insist they submit their best work for one eight-week semester.

The problem is that in these types of situations, unless you group people according to performance level, someone is going to lose, especially now that American’s are of the belief that everyone should go to college, regardless of whether or not they are actually capable of doing the work. Do you know why jobs that require high school degrees pay so low? It’s because nearly everyone has one. Do you know what will happen if everyone went to college? It’s not that all of those people will be able to raise their station in life and get better jobs, it’s that those jobs will go to whomever is willing to take the lowest salary, because college degrees will flood the market.

So now we have people in college that, frankly, have no business being there. I’m not picking on them, before I had to get out of the Navy, I didn’t plan to go to college, because I’d already tried it once and it was entirely too difficult for me at the time. I wasn’t going to go to college and get C’s and D’s. To me, that’s a massive waste of time on everyone’s part, and money on mine. I didn’t realize my problem was motivation, not intelligence. But the problem is that when people deficient in both decide they need to get a degree, and then get placed into a class that requires team work, and then put on my team, I get pissed off. I don’t like the idea that my college career is now in the hands of other people. People that won’t even respond productively to my e-mails.

I have now sent two e-mails this week (class started on Monday evening). One outlining our respective responsibilities, with a few suggestions for how to get the different parts done, and this last one about this week’s assignment, due before class next Monday. We each have to research separate areas of our topic and write a one-page paper with at least two references on our findings. So I sent the e-mail of the different areas, and asked who would like to do what.


Nothing but nothing, except for two responses about the first sentence of my e-mail, which was about how I couldn’t access the course shell online, but had saved copies of the syllabus on my hard drive. Guaranteed, my classmates think that they won’t have to do the assignment because a) they can’t access it, and b) we have to submit them in the shell, and if we don’t have access, we can’t do that either. What they don’t know is that I know better. This is a blended class, so we also meet on site. We can hand in paper copies, and there is absolutely no excuse not to get the work done. If we don’t, even if we don’t get points deducted, it only hurts us because our weekly assignments build off of each other!

So I will most likely be choosing my own topic, and writing my paper today, I’ll let them know which one I’m working on so that they don’t do double work (ha ha…) and I’ll e-mail a copy of my paper when it’s done. If I don’t hear from them by Saturday, I’ll be contacting the professor and expressing my concern.

Regardless, I will be writing the Dean of Studies and explaining, in painful detail, why classes like this only serve to cause unnecessary frustration to everyone involved. I understand the need to work together, but when you put my livelihood in someone else’s hands, they’d better deliver, or I’m coming for you…

why i challenge your posts on facebook

I’m sure everyone is familiar with all the political memes and articles that float around Facebook from time to time, especially when an election is coming up, and the stories that tell you not to pee on airplanes and other such nonsense.  Whenever I see one of these, whether or not I want to share it (I usually don’t) I go straight to Snopes.com and see if it’s listed.  99% of the time it is, and 99% of the time, it’s false.

Why do I do this?  Well, for one, I like to acquire information, that’s why I’m in college and will be starting grad school in less than a year.  It’s why I am constantly looking stuff up online and checking various sources (especially in the case of political claims).  Essentially, I don’t like to waste my time with crap information that isn’t true.

So I usually leave a comment: “Snopes before you post!” and the link explaining why the post is false.  Is it because I’m an insufferable know-it-all?  Perhaps.  However, I maintain that wanting to know the truth, and seeking it out in a responsible manner, is not insufferable, nor do I claim to know everything. I will fully admit that in the grand scheme of things, I don’t know squat.

Then people get angry with me, not usually the first time, but somewhere around the fifth or sixth post that I tell them isn’t true.  Why, exactly, are you getting angry with me because I took the extra five seconds to verify a story before I believed it and you didn’t?  Facebook isn’t exactly a credible source for information, and not making sure what you post is true is, in my opinion, vastly irresponsible; unless, of course, your goal is to spread some bullshit story and see how many people believe you.  If that’s the case, then by all means, carry on!

I’m talking about the stories that enrage people, the ones that influence them to vote, or buy a certain product, or boycott another.  The stories that show pictures of celebrities that not only didn’t say what is being written, they also have completely opposing views of what is written.

Those stories.

Do I “troll”* my friends’ pages and search for posts to call them out on, embarrass them in front of their friends and family, make them feel stupid, and otherwise force them to bow to my narcissism, like it or not?  No.

Not even “no.”  That’s like a “hell no,” or a “fuck no,” or a “what the fuck is wrong with you, do you really think I’m that much of a douchebag?” no.

I simply check my Facebook every hour or two (dude, I spend all day either cleaning, writing papers, reading, or posting discussions on my class page for credit, I get bored as fuck), and when I see a post pop up that’s making sensational claims, I check it out to see if it’s even something I should bother reading.  I like to know what people are posting and thinking, I love seeing what my friends are up to, but I also feel that it’s important to remember the impact that believing and spreading libelous/slanderous material has.  Didn’t we all get the “don’t spread rumors” talk in second grade?  Do people think that doesn’t apply anymore once they’re out of grade school?

My current love affair with fact-checking started with the 2012 elections.  Still maintaining a lot of republican Navy friends, but also gathering some liberal California hippie friends, I noticed that people were throwing around a lot of memes that weren’t only not true, but were just stupid.  You know the ones: the ones that you can immediately identify as being false because they’re so sensationalist.  At first, I’d tentatively comment and ask “is this really something that you believe?” and I’d get some piss-and-vinegar answer that usually went along the lines of “Obama’s the worst thing to ever happen to this country!  He’s just like Hitler!  He’s going to ruin America!”  Which gave me pause:

Why, exactly, do people hate certain politicians so much?

I think I’m beginning to divine the answer.

It’s because they’re not getting factual information, and if they are, it’s being delivered in such a way that it becomes fiction.

I recently saw a presentation in one of my classes that had a graph depicting the differences in omega-6 concentrations in animal meat in grain-vs grass-fed beef, and it looked to be a staggering difference, the whole class was shocked – until I saw (and pointed out) that the scale was from 0 – 1%.  So the concentration went from about 0.8 or 0.9 percent in grain-fed cows, to around 0.1 or 0.2 percent in grass-fed cows.  Not that I am a proponent of eating grain-fed meat, (I don’t even eat meat anymore, so…) I’m just saying that one of the major arguments in the grass vs grain debate is that we’re getting too much omega-6 with grain-fed animals; in reality, it’s really a negligible amount.

People that get their information from sources that use this kind of manipulation worry me, and it’s because there’s a cycle going on that people don’t seem to notice: watching MSNBC or FOX promotes certain views (liberal and conservative, respectively), and these views influence the way events are seen in the eyes of the viewer.  Eventually, it gets to the point that a liberal absolutely can’t stand to watch FOX and a conservative would rather shoot themselves than watch MSNBC.  This is for two reasons: one, their partisan bias has gotten so ingrained in their viewers’ brains that they automatically start thinking this is “real news;” and two, both networks are entirely too extreme in their bias, to the point where they can report two completely different things on the same exact story.

So what happens?  Now that people have been swept up in the bias, they require it in order to form opinions.  Instead of getting their information from an unbiased source that presents only facts, and no opinions, (good luck with that…) and coming up with their own logical conclusion, they require the opinions of their news source to tell them how to think.

That is some scary shit, ladies and gentlemen.

What does all this have to do with why I call people out on posting horseshit on Facebook?  It’s because I think it is fucking sad that America’s population, people who vote, can’t think for themselves.  They’ll believe absolutely anything, and if someone (like me) challenges a particular belief that others hold to be true, when it’s not, I become the asshole.  I’m the “jaded” one, the know-it-all narcissist who just has to be right.

No, motherfucker.

I don’t have to be right, I want you to be right.

I want you to take the time to get the facts before forming an opinion, not relying on others to tell you what to think.  That’s okay while you’re young and dumb and you’re getting most of your ideals from your parents, but for crying out loud, eventually you need to get out there and think on your own.  Honestly, I only registered to vote last year.  Why?  Because I didn’t feel like I was informed enough before that, and I was still learning what I agreed or disagreed with when it came to politics.  Now, I take hours, days, researching the items on the ballot, getting all the information I can and trying to decide what the best voting course would be.

When I went to vote last fall, a little old woman, who probably didn’t even know who she was, was being told how to vote in the booth by a younger woman.  I guarantee she had no idea what the hell she was even doing.  That is so wrong.

This post wasn’t really meant to be political, but as most of my posts tend to evolve as I write them, that’s simply where it went.  I’m sure my insatiable desire to have the correct information could be labeled as a character flaw, it could be simplified into the simple “need to be right,” but at least I can defend my beliefs with my convictions, at least I get the information before forming an opinion.  Is Facebook the be-all-end-all of the world?  No, but considering how many people access it, I think it’s got a fair amount of pull when it comes to people’s personal opinions, unfortunately.

So, do me a favor (or don’t, whatever), don’t get pissed off at me for letting you know that your post isn’t true or carries some ridiculous bias, I’m simply a concerned friend who knows you’re smarter than that.  If I thought you were beyond hope, trust me, I’d unfriend you first.  Also, if what you’re posting actually is indicative of your opinion, simply say that, you don’t have to tell me to fuck off.  Yes, it’s your Facebook page, but Facebook is for interaction, and not all interactions involve everyone agreeing with everything you say.  I welcome challenges to my beliefs, it makes me think, do more research, and either reaffirm my position, or take up a new one.  Honestly, if you don’t want people’s input on the stuff you post, you probably shouldn’t post it, or you should disable the ability to comment.  I understand not wanting to “get into it,” but you have to take responsibility for your right to free speech.  You have the right to say whatever you want, and I have the right to challenge it.  Maybe I really am full of piss and vinegar, and maybe I take too much stock in not only my own opinion, but others’, but that’s what happens when you actually care about stuff, and I’d rather care, than be full of apathy and watch Idiocracy take place right before my very eyes.

Challenge me!  If you think this post is fucked up, and that I’m a total douche, tell me in the comments, I can take it!

*I’ve never understood why it’s called “trolling,” other than the obvious link to the insult of calling someone a “troll.”  This term actually embodies the spelling “trawl,” meaning to “search through large amount[s] of information: to search for something through a large amount of information or many possibilities.” – Bing Dictionary