Say No To Art In School

When I grew up we had art in school. You know, that glorious class where often you got your hands dirty and sometimes the “best” artists didn’t have the best marks in the other classes. That class where you could be unique and different and it was still alright.

I remember using crayons and making yellow clouds because there was no white crayon that we could use. The other kids would outline the cloud in blue and then lightly shade it blue. Neither side thought about leaving the cloud part of the white page uncoloured and thus white. Both sides were wrong, but it was okay.

But how does any of this help us to be prepared for the real world? Well it doesn’t directly and that’s the point of curmudgeons like me who want to take art out of school.

But I say, “Why stop there?” Let’s get rid of things like music and literature, too.

Music has been shown to expand the intelligence of people and especially growing children. But that can easily be provided at home. How many households do you know that never play music?

Literature has been used to help learn the language of English and its huge amount of words. Instead, we’ll have to make children learn the language from how to books. This way they can learn the words and also something useful, like how to install a toilet.

And there are a whole set of “disciplines” that are called arts in the university level. Why don’t we rid ourselves of all of them so we can teach more useful things in our schools.

One of these arts is geography. The legend tells us all we need to know about most maps. Once we figure that out, we’ve got most of the whole subject figured out.

Another art is history. It has been said many times that those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it. Well I say look at the United States. Many Americans heard part of their history and deliberately want to go back there. They took history in school and want to repeat it in real life. There is also such a large amount of anti intellectualism in those groups that I think they wouldn’t mind doing it without the benefits of science. Let them have their pseudo sciences as they die of preventable health conditions.

So basically we should just teach the STEM classes in school. That’s Science, Technology, Engineering and Math. With just those courses to focus on, we might lead the world in those fields.

Jus donut xpect us 2 leed in udder feelds.

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Taking a Dive

With the advent of more sports betting companies than ever, taking a dive in sport seems more likely than maybe it has ever been. For those of you who don’t know, taking a dive is when the better boxer, speed skater, basketball scorer etc. feigns uselessness to let the other side win. This is done so people who bet on the other side, score a winning bet.

So obviously taking a dive is going to become more lucrative and also more hated in the world of sports. So what of all those divers who always take a dive. Will they, too, become more hated?

“Mr. 10m Diver, are you a good athlete?”

“Why yes I am.”

“Then to be fair to the folks at home you should never take a dive!”

“But that’s the whole sport.”

“Nevertheless…”

And is the athlete who takes a dive while taking a dive, performing a double negative and thus doing something positive? Perhaps they should be praised in the sport. Not so, say my friends in the betting industry but I still wonder.

Will taking a dive be so tarnished in all of sports that life guards would only throw life preservers to those in need? They can’t be seen taking a dive into the water and being seen as unsportsmanlike by all those around them.

Of course, if the drowning person can stay alive for a few more seconds, the life guard can clamber down a ladder into the water and swim out to where they would have dived. This of course puts the onus evenly on the drowning person and life guard to both assist in the life saving.

Still, some might say this increased loss of life would be bad. Obviously they are socialists but let’s hear them out.

Taking a dive could still be a bad thing for all dry land sports. But in the swimming world we would say taking a dive is a good thing. Swimming sports would be kept legitimate. Lives would be saved. The world of sports would be a happier place.

This socialist would like it if the people in swimming sports thanked him for saving the integrity of their sports. You’re welcome. Obviously changing the expression “taking a dive” is not an option.

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Betting on Wrestling

Sports betting has taken off in my part of the world. It seems you can bet on almost any pro sport you want. So far there have been no betting scandals in the professional leagues that I am aware of. In this day of the professional sports player that is a multi millionaire, it is assumed that no one will risk their career just for a one time payout.

Will no games remain unrigged? Maybe some athlete will take a dive, eventually. And there will be scandal and everyone will wonder why we ever allowed sports betting again. But what is a dive if not acting? Which brings us to professional wrestling.

Do not professional wrestlers make enough money that their reputations are beyond reproach? Don’t they make enough to stay on script regardless of what the betting is like? The writers of the professional wrestling matches, though, must be held to account. As such we must demand to find out who writes the wrestling scripts.

Once the writers are found out, they can be given iron clad contracts to sign. You know. They must reveal nothing about any match until that match is over with. Something like the Marvel movie contracts. We must stomp out the improprieties of rigged betting before it begins.

Finally, we the audience might be able to have an effect on how the scripts of pro wrestling go. Pro wrestling is popular enough that you’ll have to have some clout if you will be allowed to bother the writers. Instead we’ll have to schmooze the writers with lobbyists. Each athlete’s fan clubs ought to be able to afford a lobbyist. And if they can’t, that athlete isn’t popular enough and should be sent down to the minors. Wealthy fans could afford their very own lobbyist.

The writers may or may not use what the lobbyists tell them. But just know that the lobbyists have their ear.

Maybe a writer will write a tell all book about this intriguing world with all those lobbyists and the writers and even the stars of pro wrestling. I’d be intrigued to find out just how much the writers script. For instance, do they script the love lives of the wrestlers? Well at least the parts that make if on to our television screens. Do they script the managers, coaches and referees? We might finally find out.

Then again the public might be outraged about any sport with acting that has betting in it. So if this is the case, expect soccer betting to be banned just like pro wrestling betting. The public may be able to accept acting injured to draw a penalty with no betting. But with betting that would be just too much to bear. Especially if the player has no injury a second after drawing the penalty.

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Decreasing Audiences

The Ellen Show started with a smaller audience than they needed to. Indeed Ellen used to do things with the Riff Raff Room which collected some of the excess people who wanted to see her show. I kind of wondered over the years why the Ellen Show didn’t bother moving to a place where they could accommodate a larger audience.

Sensing weakness in Ellen’s stranglehold, The Drew Barrymore Show and the Kelly Clarkson Show stepped into the daytime talk show waters a couple years ago. Still they weren’t risking too much against Ellen. As such, both have smaller audiences. My guess is they have about 1/3 of the audience of the Ellen Show.

Finally, after seeing these even smaller audiences, I finally saw the pattern. These smaller-than-they-need-to-be audiences were a feature and not the slightest bit of a liability. Firstly the talk shows didn’t have to struggle to fill seats all the time.

Secondly they could ask sponsors to do full audience giveaways if they wanted to be featured on these shows. Included would be the genuine audience appreciation clapping and shouting which would give the product more clout with the audience at home. A smaller audience means a cheaper buy for the products they are selling.

It remains to be seen if Kelly and Drew will have giveaway shows like Ellen’s 12 days of Christmas or from even earlier on, Oprah with her Favourite Things episodes.

Will upstarts begin against Kelly and Drew? Perhaps it will get to the point where they will pick one deserving person to be the audience member who will receive mega gifts every day. Is that so much different than Ellen’s recent alliance with ‘Tis Best? Vetting this one person might take a team to find them deserving.

But will that one audience member be able to hoot and holler and stomp and clap and show enough emotion on their face to be an appropriately appreciative receiver? Remember, the companies have got to sell the goods this one person gets for free.

I’m not sure about the former, but this smaller audience thing might go one further step. How about making the audience a third of the Kelly and Drew audiences? Surely a sufficiently invested audience could make as much noise as the current Drew and Kelly audiences. Let’s say they were practically guaranteed a $100 gift card from some company. This might go over well but also detractors of such a show might just say they are buying their audience’s love.

This post Kelly or post Drew host might get away with saying they are just trying to spread love. While collecting a paycheque of course.

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My Zombie Light Bulb

My LED light bulb had a prolonged death. For months it would go from being normal to flashing on and off to back to normal. It’s flashing didn’t bother me that much because it is in my bathroom with two other identical bulbs over my mirror. Then finally that sad day came when it made a noise, there was a brownish, blackish stain on the the bottom, and it went out for good.

I left the burnt out LED bulb in the socket because I have yet to go to the store and get a new replacement bulb. Much to my surprise, a few days later, I turned on the light switch and all three lights came on. The one that had burnt out wasn’t as bright as it used to be but it was definitely on. I was shocked by this new, zombie light. But there was no denying what was happening.

Since that time it has remained dim but sometimes it flashes on and off. I think it is reminding me of the good times when it was alive and approaching death. It is trying to ingratiate me to it by reminding me when it was normal. But most of the time it is not very bright and just gives off a steady glow.

I am not so foolish as to try to unscrew it and replace the bulb. That’s what it wants me to do. I will reach up to try to unscrew it and get the shock of my life. Or a shock to take my life. Then somehow the bulb will eat my brains and it will be all over for me. But not the light bulb. It will remain in the socket till someone else is foolish enough to try to remove it and the cycle goes on.

So I’m left experimenting with zombie life. It’s dimmer so that’s it conserving energy so it can last as long as possible.

And zombies chase brains as if they need them to survive. Perhaps without brains to eat for a long enough time, they will die for good. That’s what I’m hoping.

Is there anyone else trying to outlive a zombie light bulb? Is this common? This is only my second LED light bulb to have burnt out, so I think it is. What pact did the light bulb company make with the devil anyway?

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Steven Del Duca is an Extremist

Most people consider the Ontario Liberals to be a centrist party. There are other parties in Ontario but most are considered to be to the left or the right of the Liberals. Largely their centrist position seems to hold up during most elections. Except this one.

Steven Del Duca has said that he will step down if he doesn’t bring in a preferential ballot system after a year. This is extremism. He has largely been quiet about this during the election but he stated this during his run for Liberal leader. I think he thinks the electorate at large doesn’t have a clue that he promised this. This stinks.

He is not giving the electorate much of a say in this matter. Shouldn’t a change in voting systems demand majority approval from the electorate? Not the false majority approval brought by a first-past-the-post system, but a true majority?

I bet that some of you are still not convinced that Del Duca’s party isn’t the usual Goldilocks party that the Liberals aim for. At the national level, only one democracy in the world, Australia, uses the preferential ballot that Stephen Del Duca likes. Meanwhile, proportional representation is used by over eighty nations and first-past-the-post (our present system) is used by over 30 countries. Obviously Del Duca is an extremist in regards to what other democracies have chosen.

Why the extremism? Mr. Del Duca believes that he is permanently giving his party an edge over the other parties. It is generally accepted that centrist parties are favoured in a preferential ballot. He wants government after government to be Liberal and thus prone to their corruption. This is not what the province of Ontario wants.

Help send Del Duca the message that Ontarians don’t want centrist parties in power at all times. Ontarians don’t want to give centrist parties an edge forever. This election, a vote against Del Duca is a vote against extremism.

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Where’s the Bacon?

In a nod to the famous Wendy’s advertising of the eighties (“Where’s the beef?”), Wendy’s now has ads that ask the question “Where’s the bacon?” for it’s breakfast sandwiches. I believe Wendy’s never offered breakfast sandwiches before.

But why stop this nostalgic advertising there? When KFC brings back their famous Double Down, 2 pieces of breaded chicken with bacon, cheese and a sauce in between, Wendy’s can ask “Where’s the buns?” Then Wendy’s can show roughly the same thing surrounded by buns. They can then ask “Why let your fingers get greasy?”

They could also ask “Where’s the breaded chicken?” and compare their offering to a lesser competitors’ offering. Or similarly they can ask “Where’s the breaded fish?” and compare their hunger inspiring fish sandwich to a competitor’s lesser offering.

Now I would be remiss in talking about Wendy’s and how good their offerings looked if I didn’t tell you about a recent lawsuit filed about misleading advertising. It is alleged that in the images of their burgers, they only cooked the beef to brown its outside, then they took the picture. It’s estimated that the burger is 20 % bigger this way. If they left the center pink, they of course wouldn’t be allowed to sell that burger for health reasons. But Wendy’s thinks this is okay to lure customers with.

So because of this bait and switch, the customer can now ask of Wendy’s , “Where’s the beef?” We shall see if this lawsuit pans out. It is also against MacDonald’s. And there is another lawsuit against Burger King. The whole burger industry seems to have been misleading us all along.

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X Marks the Spot

There could have been a whole number of ways to mark a ballot in an election. It’s just that the most popular seems to be to mark an X in the circle beside your favourite candidate’s name. I don’t know whose idea this was.

We could have stroked out all the candidates we didn’t want, with a line through their name, leaving our favourite candidate untouched. We could have circled our favourite candidate’s name. Or my personal favourite which would have been to put a check mark in the circle beside our favourite candidate’s name.

One wonders why they chose the X to mark the ballot. The only reason that I can think of for this is that they first thought of signing your name beside the candidate you wanted. But of course that doesn’t work in a secret ballot. Signing an X is a way to anonymize your signature.

But all of us, who have been put through school since early childhood to adulthood, see the X as meaning wrong. When you put an X beside your favourite candidate, aren’t you saying they are wrong for the job?

Aren’t I, as a voter, just manifesting bad candidates by putting an X beside their name? Is that why all candidates seem invariably bad when they get elected and show their true colours? Is it our fault for writing that they were wrong?

The candidate’s point of view may be what’s important here. It’s true that there are a disproportionate number of lawyers named Lawrence and dentists named Dennis. People look to their own names to help guide them in life.

The candidates are praying for people to put an X beside their name. They know that this symbol means wrong. So they find that if they win, they have been “wronged” the most. So isn’t that the reason to give the voters exactly what they don’t want? Then, for the next election the voters will want to wrong you the most which could result in a second term…

Let’s stop this bad symbolism in its tracks, right now. Let’s demand better symbolism in our voting. Which is exactly why I chose putting a check mark in the circle beside my favourite candidate’s name, as my favourite way to vote. Better symbolism should lead to a better government is what I say.

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A Brush With a Physicist

Have you ever been told that sound in Star Wars, in its space battles, is just ridiculous? That sound doesn’t travel in a vacuum? Well chances are you’ve just had a brush with a physicist or the physicist adjacent.

In return you might want to bother them about the “Big Bang” theory. The big bang is supposed to be an explosion of all matter out of a dimensionless point. A bang is definitely a sound effect, too. The problem is, I envision a dimensionless point by being outside of it. After all it’s impossible for me to be inside of it.

If I am outside the big bang and it explodes into existence, there is no way for its sound to reach me. So why use the term bang, which is meant to represent a loud sound, in the title of this theory? It’s even more egregious than sound traveling in a vacuum in Star Wars.

Not only that, the explosion into existence of everything, I imagine, would be the loudest sound ever. Why waste such grandeur on such a minor sound like bang? Every cartoonist knows that bang is merely the sound of a gun.

Explosions, however, rate a KABOOM!! or a KABLOOIE!! Why didn’t physicists name it the Big Kablooie theory? Or the Big Kaboom theory? Do no physicists even read the comics? The Big Bang theory is just wrong from a cartoonist’s vantage point.

So the next time a would be physicist tries to put you in your place due to a technicality, remind them of the name the Big Bang theory. And instead put them in their place.

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Fountain of Youth-

Djonni was regaining consciousness inside a dim apartment. The last thing he remembered was being surrounded by 5 thugs on an empty night time street in Miami. The throbbing in his head said they had hit him there and that’s why he remembered nothing until now.

“He’s awake!” said one of them. “You’ve got to be worth more than the $25 we found on you.”

“Not really,” said Djonni.

“You must have parents that would pay handsomely for your safe return?”

Djonni laughed at that. “Both my parents have been gone for 15 years,” he said.

“Is a sibling, a cousin, or a friend well off, then?”

“Everyone I know is in the small town of Cruxix. No one really is richer than anyone else in my town.”

“You really do want to die then, don’t you. If we can’t get more money out of you, that’s gonna be your fate.”

“Sorry. It’s just that Cruxix is really bland and quite unremarkable. So no one there is particularly wealthy to be able to drop a large sum on a troubled wanderer such as myself.”

“There’s nothing special about this town? Every town is different as far as I can tell. There must be something. Think. It’s your life that is on the line.”

“Well there is something. A town feature in front of the townhall. I don’t think it’s that special. It’s a fountain.”

“A fountain? You’re hopeless. Help me help you!”

“Well in English it is known as the Fountain of Youth-”

“Woohoo! Tell Paunchy Leon we might have a little expedition to make.”

Paunchy Leon was the leader of the criminal band. He was about 60 years old, was bald and had the advertised paunch.

“Tell me more about this Fountain of Youth,” said Paunchy Leon. They were driving in a three row car with Paunchy Leon’s minions driving.

Knowing that his life might depend on it, Djonni said, “Well the fountain itself is rather boring but all the people in the town look to all be 40 years old or younger.”

“Does it work as described in our legends?” asked Paunchy Leon.

“What legends are those?” asked Djonni, fully unaware.

“Do people just jump in and splash themselves with the liquid to be more youthful?”

“Only the old do it. After all, what is the point for the young to jump into the fountain?”

“I like you so much, I’m going to untie you. That way everyone in the town will see us as friends and allow me to jump in the fountain.”

They got to the town and even got a parking spot that was close to the fountain. Djonni and Paunchy Leon walked through the square.

“You’re right,” whispered Paunchy Leon, “Everyone here is so young.”

They arrived at the fountain. Paunchy Leon said, “I thought you were trying to trick me with an ordinary fountain. But there are no coins in it to give wishes to the tossers. “

Without warning, Paunchy Leon jumped in and Djonni jumped back. Immediately Paunchy Leon let out a blood curdling scream and the clear liquid seemed to come alive and bubble and steam.

Paunchy Leon’s cry died after only a few seconds and his whole body dropped into the fountain. Nobody nearby batted an eye. Djonni was shocked that a drop almost landed on him, but he had jumped back just in time to avoid the acid.

Paunchy Leon’s minions had not let Djonni finish. This was not the Fountain of Youth but rather the Fountain of Euthanasia. In twenty years, Djonni might do the same as Paunchy Leon. But for the time being, himself and the rest of Cruxix would live in their youth filled town. The car loaded with Paunchy Leon’s minions left. They knew they could not take on a whole town.

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