Chronicling a twenty-something's journey into adulthood and the vocation of marriage, complete with triumphs, challenges, and the occasional salsa dance with her husband
Saturday, October 10, 2009
the nobel peace prize....
is a complete joke. No, really, it is. I would go into a full-fledged rant but it just wouldn't be worth it.
In one last vent, I'm not particularly a fan of one side of a dispute making its argument and completely disallowing the other side a rebuttal. It doesn't matter the means by which the other party closes the argument, what matters is that the other side isn't offered even a chance to express their views/opinions/reasons why they disagree. I also don't like condescension and name-calling. That's just not fun.
None of that probably made sense. It's most me blowing off steam after a pretty juvenile attack on me, wrought with stereotypes and riddled with immaturity. What's more unfortunate, is that the attack came from a former high school classmate of mine - someone, despite our political differences, I always very much respected (and still do!).
For the record: I am allowed to disagree with the Peace Prize Committee in their selection! Get over it!
Argggggh, sorry. It drives me crazy! This is very much a part of the reason that even a political science graduate like myself becomes terribly disillusioned with the American system of governance today.
Scott Tolzien was just intercepted and OSU ran it back for a touchdown. Argggggh again!
A presto
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