Yeah I wish there wouldn't be enough for me to write up six whole editorials on things I hate, but no, this world is nothing but a den of idiots and retards.

Oh I am sorry, I used the term "retard" which isn't right as was pointed out today by my Theology teacher. We were "circling," which is essentially her pushing her theological views on you, which I think, is super (Psyche, 80's style). I mentioned while she was talking about how terrible a person President Bush (But in this case she used Governor Bush) was, for executing so many people, and I decided to interrupt and add "Well we can't fry retards in Texas anymore." God forbid I say the word retard in front of that woman, she then attempted to look offended (I'll assume she herself is a retard then) and then began to prattle on about how in High school they would make fun of each other by calling each other retards, and how it wasn't right. I decided to add, "If they're retarded they wont know the difference." This made things worse, I then was taught a valuable lesson: never steal a clown's nose, but that's for another time.

Anyway this my friends, is pro-life week, uh month too I guess, also Mary's month, but May is really Mary's month; Seems a little too much like black history month huh? popping up every other month. I know what you are all saying; "Ryan you are so racist, sexist, close minded, and ignorant." At least I don't have to agree with myself.

I don't want to get ahead of myself yet, I still want to talk about pro-life week, and I can say I, myself, am pro-life. I'll give you my logic on it. Instead of putting people to death make them work hard labor until they die, and look, oh no! We get things done, that's not the American way, no not at all. (That wasn't sarcasm it really isn't the American way, we are a nation of slackers and incompetent buffoons living off my money via the US government.)

I'm now going to explain how I might not be pro-life. I say we get rid of nearly all well fair except for the elderly, people needing medicine, or people that need supplies for young children, that's it. You then ask me, what happens to the rest of the people, Ryan? Well I'm going to impose a new Political tactic, which is called "Weeding out the population." Since the people who are too stupid or worthless to get a job don't deserve to eat, I say we don't postpone the inevitable, and let them get a job, do something worthwhile or die. Simple as that, have a problem, take it up with my secretary of labor and welfare whenever I rule the world.

Next you might ask yourself, Ryan, why are you so angry. Well for one, a tiny bug was just crawling on my hand, and now it disappeared. Aside from that I'm talking to someone and they just called a type of hot wing "The Shit." I Understand that this is supposed to mean good, but shit is bad, and if wings taste like shit, I don't want them, think of a new adjective such as savory, or good. Another option could be, ta-da! Look at a dictionary or thesaurus, idiot.

I'm going to go ahead and sum up school as a total cesspool. By the time 5 period roles around I am already completely infuriated by the stupidity of my "peers" dare I call them that. I absolutely love whenever I'm trying to actually do something in school, perhaps, I don't know, learn, or do something productive (god forbid) and they decide to start up a completely asinine conversation with me. I will now give an example.

"Hey Ryan...whatcha doing?"
"Writing."
"How come?"
"Probably because this is composition class and I know how to read and write - double threat."
"Your mom is pretty hot"
"Oh man did you just come up with that one? You should write that down I don't think that anyone has ever referenced another persons mom in a joke before, how innovative."
"huh"
"Do you know what the sound of your own arm breaking is like?" After that they usually take the hint and turn around or go back to another equally pointless conversation, just as long as it isn't around me.

Anyway I'm going to go ahead and go on a whim as is my fashion as of late (Bob has reminded me I am running out of whims, so I have to use them wisely) but on this whim I'm going to go ahead and say whoever made the slogan "taste the possibilities... join the club!" for club crackers is an idiot. I mean doesn't the slogan "as refreshing as hit in the stomach by a policeman's baton after an all night drug binge and looting spree" sound about three hundred times better? Honestly. I should be marketing this stuff.

Eh, I'm done, so for now that's another idiots, hope you had fun, I know I did.