Some time has passed since my last post (again) and my depression started to hit the projected slump. I get really depressed and cynical this time of year due to a close family member’s death and years of disappointment. Roll the clock back to 2004- 10 Years ago. I was elated to finally become an Uncle, a title I proudly wear even today, with my sister Jenn bearing her first of two; a wonderful daughter that is Alyssa. But sadly true happiness never lasts as my maternal Grandmother’s illness finally escalated to the point on which she required life support…. She asked the doctor to pull the plug, as dying was causing too much pain…. Fast forward to today, I’m almost in tears typing about my Grandmom. And my depression kicks in mainly because of that. And that’s how I’ll end this post.
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Common Sense (of Intelligence)
This post has been long overdue. I now have more free time, after losing my job and fast, reliable internet. First off, I lost my job in the same way I don’t post regularly= ‘Social Blackout’. That’s what I call periods in which I say, “Fuck it”, and pull the plug in any sort of social interaction, like a lot an people, but I lean more towards the “extremist” side due to my autism and don’t even respond to loved ones. By the way, I say “extremist” in relations of not socially interacting by any means necessary, and not violently. More passive-aggressive. Anyhow, I’ve been reading articles and this one struck a cord. I’ve been pissed off with several things beyond my control, and reacted in a poor manner and bad taste, but I’ve NEVER reacted about it online. Yeah, I share and say dumb things, but none in a manner that is legally or morally wrong. And never used a sentence like
“LOL, dat gurl iz da bezt sh0rty 1 eva gnome!! omg jk”
Typing that sentence alone is enough to give me brain cancer and die of human stupidity at it’s finest. Whenever I’m online, I follow the Golden Rule, which is to treat others how you want to be treated. If you want to use poor grammar and punctuation, I will mock you before handing a dictionary. If you want to be a racist, I will point out your stereotypical flaws and leave the server. If you want to be a Grade-A douchebag, I will leave the server without saying anything and literally wash my eyes from your ungodly mess you call a post that will make Beelzebub cringe. Now, the positives. If you show a great attitude, I will give you one in return. If you state a legitimate theory, we will philosophize together. If you know a topic in which you’re criticizing, I will not retaliate with demoralizing insults. I am the worst and best of the Internet rolled into one person. Trust me, you do not want to get on my bad side. And you would certainly enjoy being on my good side. I only deal that in which you have dealt. So please, just show some common sense when you post, and if by any means possible, common courtesy. I’d like to die will all 5 senses and sanity intact.
~Ronzil
A Flip of the Ol’ Coin
It’s been a while since I last blogged, but the reason being I was in a creative slump. I was half asleep feeling a coin whilst flipping it when I got this complex yet simple view on humanity. Blind and Deaf people only see two groups of people: Helpers & Bullies. You see, they see this point of view as they are stripped of two senses we take for granted: Sight and Hearing. They don’t see color or physical dis-figuration, and can’t hear accents nor speech issues. All they care about others is “Is this person going to help me, or make my day misery?”. Just some food for thought.
Yours Truly,
Ronzil
Risenfall
There once was a great man named General Risenfall
He inspired soldiers and was loved by all
Battle after Battle, War after War
He did his duties, a well done tour
The President gave him several medals and awards
He would give a rousing speech and then thank the Lord
The last shot of his trusty M1 Garand fired
To celebrate after 42 years of service he retired
Then, he ran a brilliant campaign for Presidency
The public shouted and cheered with glee
“General Risenfall is around once more!”
Although, he was different than before
Years of war and bloodshed shattered his humanity
He ordered that unthinking troops fire upon the “insurgency”
But that was a lie to cover missing citizens of our great nation
He caused many deaths and devastation
He is quickly rising to power
He is secretly killing millions with an acid shower
He has to be stopped
Last night he had the Vice President shot
So the CIA tried to end his reign of madness
But Risenfall knew that, and called his military masses
“To arms, my comrades, to arms! The government is traitorous!
We shall overthrow it, and begin a new era that is glorious!”
The Government scrambled to maintain the uprising
But General Risenfall told the cold truth that the government was lying
The CIA tried everything they could, but General Risenfall ultimately won
The new era ushered in hard labor and no fun
The people who once loved General Risenfall now despise him
Now an insurgency named “The Rise” started to go for the win
Lead by a man called Phoenix, they set off to make the dictator fall
13 Bloody days later, Phoneix had at gunpoint General Risenfall
“I served my country well, and have no remorse”
Were his last words. Phoenix sent Risenfall’s death to course
Phoenix laid down the values of democracy upon our country
And made revisions so that no man could commit tyranny
He didn’t make himself President, so modest
He just wanted things back to normal, to be honest
So this was the story of a man’s Rise and Fall
The legend of General Risenfall
Of Myths and Car Jacking
Turn back the clock to April 2009. I was in Devereux and I just bought a brand stinking new game, a first and only, really. I was reading up on the game from Game Informer and being a long-time fan of the series, wanted to check it out and take her for a spin. The title? Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars. It was feature packed for a Nintendo DS game, scratch that, any handheld game at the time that wasn’t made by Nintendo itself. I loved it dearly. Being in a state placement setting I was bullied into sharing it unwillingly to those assholes I called “peers”. I played it day in and day out whenever I had a spare moment, slowing racking the game completion percentage to 100%. I downloaded 2 “DLC” missions and beat them quickly as well. I didn’t cheat the entire time as a personal challenge, but some punk stole it while I was sleeping, and got arrested, in turn losing all my weapons (including a rare katana you can only get in this one mission) my drug stash for the DrugWars minigame, and a pretty big sum of my cash I was saving for that last 1%. I was devastated, and going against my goal, cheated to get as close as I was before. All the while, the program admin and my Children & Youth worker were fighting over the right for me to play the game. The admin had two solid points: 1. I spent a month’s worth of allowance to buy it & 2. My violent activities actually went down while playing the game, causing it to be a coping mechanism. And just when I beat the game, the CYS worker, who finally won the match against the program admin, got my game, and gave it to my family. She said when I got out of care, I could have it back. Well, my mother and sister played hot potato with it and when I got out of care briefly in 2010, the game was MIA to my disappointment. Fast forward to today, in August 2014. My sister found the game this Tuesday after half a decade later in my Mom’s room, much to my enjoyment. I was elated with happiness. I began anew with the save file, for one reason being I forgot some story plots, and another being to beat without the use of cheat codes. I am feeling good.