Blame the kids, not McDonald's!

I cannot even put a number on how many lawsuits have been filed against McDonald's claiming that McDonald's made some parent's kids fat. This is an absolutely ridiculous lawsuit.

(Before you ridicule me of supporting McDonald's or anything they do, I'll let you know that I absolutely hate McDonald's. I haven't eaten there in years now because of how they produce their food and how they, like all fast-food chains, function.)

You wouldn't suppose that the kids are the ones who choose to eat McDonald's, would you? No, of course not! It's the restaurant's fault! That's bull.

These lawsuits are ridiculous because it's not McDonald's fault that kids eat there. The kids choose to, no matter how brainwashed they are into eating that crap.

In my mind, this whole idea was a lot more extensive than a few sentences.

To clear things up.....

This post is just to clear something up that is easily thought of me when reading my more ridiculing posts.

Something you should know about me is that I'm extremely anti-Atheistic. It's not that I hate all Atheists, specifically (One of my best friends is an Atheist), but I can say that I hate the Atheist agenda, in general. I don't need to go over the reasons right now; you'll get them as soon as I begin to post about it.

This loops into something I absolutely deny; The Big Bang Theory and the Evolution Theory. You will find that I utterly deny these two theories. I think of them as pure fiction. Again, you will see why in my further posts about these topics.

But the thing that I want to clear up is that I do not deny science altogether! Many people think that I deny anything that has to do with science. I don't. In fact, the only things in science that I deny are those which have anything to do with origins of species. Pretty much everything else, physics, chemistry, etc...I believe in. I just wanted to clear that up so I don't have people thinking that I deny science completely.

Christians & Atheists: Flawed Logic

What I seem to be hearing from Christian/Atheist books, television shows, and blogs is a common piece of mantra:

"Don't believe everything you hear!", "Don't believe everything you read!", or "Just because they told you doesn't mean that it's true!"

This is actually a good piece of advice; I follow it myself. But I've noticed something about the Christians and Atheists who say it commonly. The people who say that kind of thing are the same ones who expect you to believe everything you hear from them! That same Christian that tells you not to believe everything you hear expects you to never doubt a Bible verse or a lecture! And that same Atheist who tells you not to believe everything you read expects you to never be skeptical about what they teach you!

This logic is completely flawed. Both parties both are too stubborn to ever think, "Hey, maybe I am wrong about this"! To me, any person who does that is an utter ignoramus.

When I first thought of this blog post, it was a lot more extensive than I thought.....

The past few days....

So, my life has been very eventful in the past few days. It all started on tuesday, 3/30/10, when we were having a freak storm. No lightening, no thunder, but just tons and tons of rain. I was at school when everyone realized that the mild flooding from the last rainfall in our town combined with this new rainfall was actually a threat to all of us. It was at about 10:00 in the morning when we heard on the loudspeaker that school would be let out at 11:00. We all cheered, not really paying attention to the reason why we would be getting out of school so early. Just after the announcement, some of us were released to our next class, and others were released to first lunch. I went to history class, only to find out that the teacher, apparently unable to leave his flooded-in home, was not there, and we had no substitute. On the board, it said for us to read until we were dismissed. Of course, we didn't follow the instructions and most everyone just went ahead and went downstairs to lunch before we were supposed to leave. Somewhere in this time block, a faulty fire alarm was pulled and we flocked to the other building on the school campus. After this, we headed on back to where we were.
I called up my currently unemployed father, hoping for a ride. Of course, he was sleeping, (our obstreperous neighbors wouldn't shut up, and he never fell asleep overnight.) and didn't answer. Over the next twenty minutes, I called about eight more times, desperate for him to answer. The State of Rhode Island declared us to be in a state of emergency, so I wasn't allowed to be out walking on the road in flooding conditions. I called my mom up after a while, and she just said to walk home and hope that the door would be unlocked. I settled with that option and headed down to the cafeteria. I sat around with a friend for a while, then headed back upstairs to grab my backpack. Heading down, we were all released and I began my wet journey back home. Once I was home (thank the Universe that the front door was unlocked, or else I would have been screwed.), I dried off and sat around on the computer, catching up with my arguments with the cavemen--er, excuse me--Atheists. Soon after, the power went out.
I was irritated, but not angry. I gave up all hope when I later learned that the entire town had blacked out and that we probably wouldn't have power for three days. My mom rushed over to her mother's house, and, if not for the bitter conflicts between my father and his ex-mother-in-law, we would have gone down there with her. Instead, we sat in the dark, using what remaining energy I had on my laptop to watch a movie. After that, we just sat around, playing cards and reading. During the day after the first night without power, we slept in late and hung around outside for most of the day, walking around town and taing pictures of the immense flooding. It got so bad in some places that we saw a few cars nearly submerged in the floodwater. Entire streets were under water, and the virtually inexperienced police force was scuttling across town, helping people out of their houses and pumping out basements. I was lucky; both my mom and dad's houses were high enough up that the water got nowhere near us. The power only went out because the local power plant was too low down and NationalGrid turned it off before it could get flooded and start fires.
The second night was spent just the same as the first. We sat around, reading and playing cards. The next day, which was today, a lot of the town had gotten its power back. I've been told that by now, 90% of all residents have gotten access to power again. Of course, my father was part of the 10%. I decided to spend the night at my grandmother's. So I write now, mildly amused by the fact that, about thirty miles away, my father is sitting in the dark.
That's all for now.