Yeah, I know! I have lots of reasons. I aspire to be half the man he is, for one. People claim he's liberal... independent... naive. Nay, says I. Nay to all of these schools of thought! Jon Stewart represents one thing, and that is humanity. The best and worst among us. He presents a story in such a way that it can contain humor, objectivity, and heart... which is no easy task. I drag my enemies (organized religion, Sarah Palin, etc.) through the muck shamelessly, and then see John Stewart making peace... lowering his voice... presenting a redeemable characteristic among the multitude of negatives, or very well making us consider WHY we disagree as opposed to who is right or wrong. He's the most trustworthy man of news and fake news out there, and I have the utmost respect for him.
I've been having trouble thinking of things to write. Since my Shingle Creek journey and my Unicorn jokes, I've been introspective... I'd say too much. It doesn't make for good writing, certainly not for a laugh, anyway. So I'll work on that. Fuck it, I'll try now. I had a dream the other night I was being taught about independently thinking, massive salmon. Sounds interesting enough, right? Well, on top of that, the course was being taught on a rain forest cliff, watching the school swim hurriedly through what I can only describe as a tropical fjord. It blew my mind. Halfway through the discussion a golden lion tamarin jumped onto the professor. And what did he do? He grabbed that poor monkey by the tail and swung him away. Then I woke up. But if I HAD remained in the dream, I probably would have questioned that move. I mean, clearly that class was ecological/biological/zoological in nature... pun. Why on Earth (pun) would a man of science throw a monkey? The monkey did no wrong! Sure, he jumped on the guy while he was writing some equation. But if that's the worst a monkey does to you, count yourself among the fortunate. I've read enough shit flinging and face eating tales that a monkey jumping on my chest to say hello would be rather quaint.
I took a break from writing to survey my room a bit. I just noticed the "Jewish Book of Why" is sitting right next to a two volume "Adolf Hitler" biography on my bookshelf. Heh. That was in poor taste, bookshelf.
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