October 1, 2009

  • "He definitely was bipolar and had mood swings but then these men were all human beings with problems and flaws."

    I happened to notice this statement somewhere on YouTube (surprise, surprise). Would anyone like to explain to me how being bipolar is seemingly a "problem and flaw" that must be justified? Humanity never ceases to amaze me.

     

    I believe another archaic word is in order and long overdue.

    Luculent [loo-kyoo-luhnt]
    -adjective

    1. clear or lucid: a luculent explanation.
    2. convincing; cogent.

    Origin:
    1375-1425

    Life can be just entirely acherontic, at times; I'm drawn to think that, usually, it's because it refuses to stay luculent. Sure, I've had the idea gainsaid before, but I think it's a deep-rooted fear we have to oppose the unknown ere we have the chance to know it. Life would surely be more luculent if we didn't ignore the fact it is unclear to begin with. You would think, in the spirit of knowledge, that more would deign the topic; mauger the plain logic I've just laid out, I have yet to find willing participants to help in aiding the end of my agony.

     

     

    So, for one of my courses, we have to read colonial literature. And, in one of the books we're reading, "maugre" was used, and I didn't have to check the footnote to understand what it means. I flipped a shit, no lie.
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    I have come to the conclusion that one useless man...is called a disgrace, that two are called a law firm, and that three, or more, become a CONgress! And, by God, I have had this congress!

     

    Benjamin Franklin: Please, Mr. Dickingson, are we to start banging? How is a man to sleep?
    *Congress laughs*
    John Dickinson: Forgive me, Dr. Franklin, but must you start speaking? How is a man to stay awake?
    *more laughter*
    Dickinson: We'll promise to be quiet, sir. I'm sure everyone prefers that you remain asleep.
    Franklin: If I am to hear myself called an Englishman, sir, I assure you I prefer I remain asleep.
    Dickinson: Ohh, now what's so terrible about being called an Englishman? The English don't seem to mind.
    Franklin: Nor would I - were I given the full rights of an Englishman! But to call me one without those rights is like calling an ox a bull: he's thankful for the honor, but he'd much rather have restored what's rightfully his.
    *Congress uproariously laughs; Franklin smiles pleasantly at Dickingson*
    Dickinson: ...When did you first notice they were missing, sir?
    *Congress laughs again and slightly jeers; Franklin laughs as well at the good play by Dickingson*
    Dickinson: Fortunately, the people of these colonies maintain a higher regard for their mother country.
    Franklin: Higher certainly than she feels for them. *gets up and starts walking towards Dickingson* Never was such a valuable possession so stupidly and so recklessly managed than this entire continent by the British crown: our industry discouraged, our resources pillaged - worst of all, our very character stifled.
    We've spawned a new race here, Mr. Dickingson - rougher, simpler, more violent, more enterprizing, less refined. We're a new nationality; we require a new nation.