Thursday, April 10, 2008

This poem was written by JULIA TO OVID.{21}
Written at Twelve Years of Age,
in imitation of Ovid's Epistles. I love it and decide to post it.


Are love and power incapable to meet?
And must they all be wretched who are great?
Enslav'd by titles, and by forms confin'd,
For wretched victims to the state design'd.
What rural maid, that my sad fortune knows,
Would quit her cottage to embrace my woes?
Would be this cursed sacrifice to pow'r,
This wretched daughter of Rome's emperour?
When sick with sighs to absent Ovid given,
I tire with vows the unrelenting Heaven,
Drown'd in my tears, and with my sorrows pale,
What then do all my kindred gods avail?
Let proud Augustus the whole world subdue,
be mine to place all happiness in you;
With nobler pride I can on throes look down,
Can court your love and can despise a crown,--
O Love! thou pleasure never dearly bought!
Whose joys exceed the very lover's thought;
Of that soft passion, when you teach the art,
In gentle sounds it steals into the heart;
With such sweet magic does the soul surprise,
'Tis only taught us better by your eyes.
O Ovid! first of the inspired train,
To Heaven I speak in that enchanting strain,
So sweet a voice can never plead in vain.
Apollo will protect his favourite son,
And all the little Loves unto thy succour run.
The Loves and Muses in thy prayer shall join,
And all their wishes and their vows be thine;
Some god will soften my hard Father's breast,
And work a miracle to make thee blest.
* * * * * * *
* * * * * * *
Hard as this is, I even could this bear,
But greater ills than what I feel, I fear.
My fame--my Ovid--both for ever fled,
what greater evil is there left to dread!
Yes, there is one . . . . . . . . . . .
Avert it, Gods, who do my sorrows see!
Avert it, thou, who art a god to me!
When back to Rome your wishing eyes are cast,
And on the lessening towers you gaze your last--
When fancy shall recal unto your view
The pleasures now for ever lost to you,
The shining court, and all the thousand ways
To melt the nights and pass the happy days--
Will you not sigh, and hate the wretched maid,
Whose fatal love your safety has betray'd?
Say that from me your banishment does come,
And curse the eyes that have expell'd you Rome?
Those eyes, which now are weeping for your woes,
The sleep of death shall then for ever close.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

joke about a fat kid

Joke: Fat Kid Successfully Avoids Ridicule by Swimming with Shirt On


If you read what I wrote, the ways in which I discriminate are not discrimination at all. They're just ways in which an overly-sensitive fat person might perceive discrimination. If I made one group of people sit in small seats just to make them uncomfortable, I'd be a nasty person, but I don't do it to make them uncomfortable, I do it because all seats are the same size and they aren't big enough.
When I walk a fat person up the stairs he does more work because he has more weight. When they breathe harder it's because of the weight of their chests.
When I feed a fat person a meal, it's the same meal I give anyone else. The fat person just wants to eat more.
Being fat for most people is a choice. I have great sympathy for those disabled people who cannot do exercise and have weight problems. If I knew any people with genetic disorders that made them fat, I'd have some sympathy for them too. But I'm not going to go out of my way to accommodate something disruptive that's simply a choice someone else has made.
So by following your stupid logic that is the same logic every racist, (a better term would be) sadist uses, someone blind by choice (say five years ago the guy made a stupid mistake) should not be accommodated with the luxuries our technology/civilization can offer to make his life more comfortable.
People should be punished for what you disagree with more consequences than the consequences they are already paying for doing something "Wrong".
Yet I do not get a reason for those consequences other than simple sadism.
Every man carries two bags about with him, one in front and one behind, and both are packed full of faults. The bag in front contains his neighbors' faults, the one behind his own. Hence it is that men do not see their own faults, but never fail to see those of others
This is the point I'm making. The things I've listed are treating a fat person normally, but some people seem to think that I should give them the same end result rather than the same input (e.g. satiety when I give a meal, rather than the same amount of food).
If I must attempt to get the same end result for subjective things, or things affected by other people's subjective choices, then I am being far from fair.