Peer Justice Damage Assessment

Five officers went down today, one was severely injured. It happened during a demonstration enacted by students this morning in an obscure office somewhere. The purpose for this demonstration was to relinquish issues held accountable by one important person and try to salvage their position. There are still questions being raised to authorities and witnesses of the incident (as for whether the questions had any relevance, that is yet to be determined).

After much deliberation by myself and a handful of selected people whom are appropriate for this deliberation, it proved to be not in vain but clearly not befitting. After much pleading, advisement, presentation, warning and negligence it came down to this morning. "Resign" I would say to keep this demonstration from happening. "No, I can't" was the answer I received, shortly followed by an explanation. I felt it in my heart though. I really wanted to help him go out in style and not in flames. (However one may argue that going out in flames is comparable to going out in style.)

I am a member of a dying breed. I am a member of a group of people whom want nothing more than to see the success of others. I can undoubtedly say that my success can only be measured by the success of others. I am part of a team. I listen to what my team has to say and only then can I make rational decisions utilizing good motive. In turn my team listens to what I have to say and compromise on good terms. I am a representative of a subsidiary government granted as a privilege by the administration and elected only by my peer. I was not appointed to any position and the only ones I thank for that are those whom elected me. Therefore as I was elected I try my hardest to appeal only to those who I represent and not those whom did not.

I represent the Student Senate whom in turn represents those constituencies they run for. I am not going to bullshit you, not everyone is represented. I always say time and time again "I was put in this deep hole by the previous administration." For the record I instead say: "Whatever was enacted by the previous administration has been handed down to me so I cannot take full responsibility." (Something to the extent of that.)

What happened? An important political figure was staging a protest demonstration to keep their position.
Fact: He argues compliance. Fact: According to the student handbook in black and white, technically he was in compliance. Fact: He was not properly tried for his charge. Fact: He is a repeat offender, expunged record or not. Fact: The demonstration did not serve its goal. Fact: An entire coalition of members was in attendance for this demonstration.

(The following statements are not only my opinion, but the opinion of others)
Fact: A lot of those members should not have spoken a word. Fact: All officers should have kept their mouths shut except the officer in question. Fact: The demonstration divided the very organization the officer in question was representing. Fact: The demonstration has now violated relations with the key organization and the administration whom we hold a liaison with. Fact: The argument went in circles.
Fact: Absolutely LITTLE or NO diplomatic negotiations were held in the officer in question's defense.

Therefore, fact: The entire coalition tore his entire case a new asshole to shit out of.

What was my plan? My intentions were to assist this fellow team member in their time of need. Not only am I revising the foundation of ideas for which all this came about (which everyone should thank the previous administration whether it was intentional or not), but I was in the process of forming a student hearing board, formulating some sort of writ of elections; I was milking every available cow of a resource I could find and desperately searching for a loophole in the all the fine print of that 'Communist Manifesto' called a student handbook. The demonstration had to happen however, not only as a positive solution to going out with a bang, but to make a political statement.

My conclusion to the whole thing is simple. I was against it from the very beginning. I was willing to defend a just cause of misappropriations for judicial protocol. It turned into a circus. The whole time the wrong argument was presented, 'complicity'. The real argument that should have been pressed was following proper procedure. The chief judicial affairs officer hung himself on that argument. I think when the argument of a 'proper hearing' was inferred, I am pretty sure everyone made a sigh of relief and finally realized what they were all doing there. I am pretty sure they all realized what they needed to say and not go off on tangents of 'favoritism' (god I fucking hate that juvenile word) and tangents of personal gain and self-maximization.

The chief judicial affairs officer said it was an exercise of megalomania and pompous action. I agree.
The officer in question is determined that all the powers that be are doing is they are preaching professionalism through selective disciplinary action, informal conduct, and organization with a faulty invalid paper trail. I agree.

In summation, I would like to end this entry with why I was writing it to begin with. I was informed that it would be a good idea. I enjoy writing, as seen with my situation with the 'triangle of evil' (which I think is in my archives). Most of all because this now marks a profound moment in my life that I wish to forget. It was the day a coalition of people protested for the wrong cause, and further argued the wrong cause. It was the day justice was not won because it was misrepresented. It was a parade of idiots that literally miseducated and made themselves stupider. God help all of them if they ever want to go to law school. I looked at him I said "I should have represented you, or Chevon, not anyone else." He nodded his head.

The next course of action? I do my job. I try to resurrect the organization. I try to prove to everyone at that organization that now that we lost a dear member we are still worth a damn. I try to beat the unstoppable chain reaction of gossip, rumors and wonderful hearsay bullshit that makes up a lot of students in Saint Thomas (and I don't blame them). It's not one for all, it is all for one. Even if one member leaves we still remain strong. Our numbers are growing (minus 1: we are 14 now) and all we wish to see is progress and not today's example of digression.

Being the ultimately neutral person that I am, I can only smile. I left tonight's informal 'hearing' giving the rest of the board smiles upon their faces as well. No hard feelings. I let him know, 'you put us in a hole of shit' and added 'now I have to wipe your ass'. He smiled as I had, and my last words to him were..

..with the utmost sincerity..

"It was a pleasure to have worked with you Mr. Mark Bobb.."

I love Breast Cancer Month

Now, let me explain.

It really is a wonderful month. The weather cools down. The leaves fall. People stand a little more tall. Issues resolve and we clear it all. The sun sets a little later. But none of these reasons lends to why I love Breast Cancer Month.

Take this idea from a man's perspective. Hell every man should love Breast Cancer Month. Initially this is how I arrived at the appreciation. It was during work at the office. Caresse was working on some agenda for her Breast Cancer workshop. I was just impressed by all the pink!

(I own a pair of Banana Split flavored Ice Creams, so lately I've been exploring the color wheel.)

As we were walking to an assembly I just said it out loud without thinking. "I love breast cancer." This girl stared at me shocked and laughed. "Why do you LOVE breast cancer?" she asked. I told her "-because of all the pink you wear! It's so awesome!" It wasn't until later when she told the rest of the office of my newfound appreciation that I elaborated further, "it's not the breast cancer I love, it's breast cancer month that I love!" To no avail, the explanation had not helped my case.

Forward to a couple months later, I am sitting in the very workshop Caresse was planning. I sit there watching her MC in an incredibly short dress or what-have-you. As usual the refreshments table has crap, medicinal fruit punch, water, coffee. Lucky for me I'm not alone, I brought Yesenia with me.

A quick illustration of almost every event at Saint Thomas University: Empty. There will always be cold violating chairs, dead short fabric carpeting, poor buffet-style refreshments, and just a gloomy environment. Emptiness fills every event. Call it poor planning, call it bad publicity, call it whatever you want but evidently the answer is always wrong. I think political science majors would have a better chance of guessing the reason.

Returning to the workshop, it is undoubtedly empty. Caresse had called me prior to the event to show up. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she felt bad. I could guess why. It's not her fault though; It's everyone's. I make the best of it anyway. On the way to the workshop I drag Yesenia with me and I am so thankful she let me take her for Caresse's sake.

Now I am sitting there, listening to a lecture on breast cancer figuring out why I love breast cancer month. I really think about it though. I sincerely ponder why I said that, and why I love 'Titty Cancer Month' so much. Then I figure it out. However, at that moment the lady speaking passes around a fake titty.

I hold myself from laughing for the next half-four. The titty is in the first row, I'm in the third. Holy shit I see the titty and I get curious. How real does it feel? Yesenia notices the look of interest on my face; Maybe I made it painfully obvious. I'm holding myself from laughing. It must've filled an A-cup. Then I think what the fuck am I thinking about? I'm desperate to touch a fake titty! Was it for comparison's sake, because I know damn sure it wasn't to check for lumps. "Check for lumps." Then I start to hold myself from laughing even more.

I whisper to Yesenia "I think something's wrong with me". I ask her if it's normal to just think of funny things during a serious moment, such as a breast cancer workshop with a guest speaker whom worked at a breast cancer clinic and has seen many victims of breast cancer. She looks at me; and she says "Yes."

So I tell her this. "Right now, I just imagined that during the middle of the assembly, some black guy rips through from behind the PowerPoint partition and plays a deep bass hip-hop melody singing 'CHECK FOR LUMPS!'" She doesn't change her expression, but I can tell by how she is hopelessly tightening her lips that she wants to laugh like there's no tomorrow.

As the black guy in my head is rapping "CHECK FOR LUMPS!", here comes the fake titty being passed around. The lady hands it to me, and I decide to just pass it off. Fuck. I really wanted to touch the fake titty, and Yesenia tells me "lets feel it together" jokingly. She passes it off, and there went my chance; Mother fucker.

The workshop finished on a touching note. There was an additional breast cancer survivor present at the workshop who was going to tell her story. It was sad, very sad. Unfortunately I'm not the type to sob when sad testimonials are done. I was smiling the whole time. I don't know why. I kept trying not to smile, but I couldn't. I was hoping nobody would notice, but then I noticed there were only 10 people at the assembly. I pretty much concluded no one saw me.

After the whole thing was over I thanked Yesenia for being there with me, I congratulated Caresse on her hard work, and I left. I didn't leave without jacking six free pink breast cancer pens though. Yo these pens were really pink so I had to have one of these gay writing utensils. Awesomely gay. Besides, next time someone asked for a pen, I could lend them the superbly gay pens to use. Honestly, who would keep such a gay and stuck out pen?

I attended the workshop, and I figured out why I love breast cancer month and why every man should too. Titties. Now, I love titties. I know all men love titties. On a serious note, I don't see why no man shouldn't love breast cancer month. It is the month that helps us make sure titties are healthy. Nobody wants an unhealthy pair of titties. Titty cancer month should be a very important month in every man's calendar. Besides having an excuse to wear pink, it is only logical for heterosexual males to spread awareness and appreciate titties. I know damn well I wasn't there to make sure I didn't have breast cancer..

..I was there for all the female titties in the world.

"CHECK FOR LUMPS!"
-Black guy in my head with a Kangol hat on

Checklist, Schedule

I am too evenly felt right now. I should care more and have a bad attitude about things. Or maybe I do have a bad attitude and I choose to express it through good natured smiling, with pleasantly toned speak.

So this is what I have done this semester.
-Conduct a full and complete Senatorial Mid-Term Elections for Saint Thomas University
-Rewrite the Student Government Association's Constitution
-Take two science classes complete with labs
-Begin and lift off the Saint Thomas University School Newspaper (Failed)
-Make a hideous amount of new friends
-Showed up to a litter of clubs and organizations events
-Made more new friends outside of school
-Drop a couple of friends because they wasted my time
-Learned Avogrado's number and how to use it
-Got to know damn-near every single faculty/staff member in Saint Thomas University Administration
-Saw my girlfriend only once (Sadly)
(Note: I talk to her daily!!!)

I took the test yesterday that meant the rest of my life. My lab partner and I are pretty cool with each other. Sometimes I feel like she slacks off a little though. We were studying and we both jumped on one of the 'smart kids' in the class. Milked him for all he was worth. As always, a tangent ensued.

J: 'So how old are you?'
M: 'Seventeen'
J: 'Daaaaaamn!' (Hits me in a sign of shock.)
M: 'Yeah'
J: 'Why do you want to go to medical school?'
M: 'I want to be a doctor I guess'
J: 'Cool'
M: 'So do you want to go out sometime?'
J: 'Uhh I think I'll wait for D*****.'
(This was not me at all in the conversation.)

As you can see our tangents get the best out of our study time. It went on this way for the last hour we had to study. I think I learned a couple things though. Apparently Ethiopia is a pleasant country to live in, and Bono does not visit as much as the media speculates he does. Which reminds me I saw a very mildly satisfactory episode of South Park the other day.

Which reminds me further Dexter is back! Back with a vengeance! A vengeance for being a, softie?! At least until the second episode. He killed Lil' Chino so its all good now. Saw "Eastern Promises", liked it. If you love cock though, you should definitely watch this movie. I wonder what Mortensen was thinking when he read this movie, or his agent for that matter.

I've been dying to work out. I have had no time to do so. I'm sure no one else has either. I feel the same. I know that feeling won't last long though. I think I'm going to have to buy my own free weights set. Shouldn't cost much. Not as much as the big screen I'm planning on getting, the helmet of King Leonidas, the bluetooth headset, the pink bunny slippers, and the tons of clothes.

..What else has happened to me since last I wrote?

..

I wrote! Thats right! I wrote some new poetry. One of them I felt a lot. It was a satire on an old friend I had that I don't care for anymore.

Which reminds me I need to get some books. I really need to read classics pronto!

(I remind too much. Too much reminding! I've been living life by the half hour, quarterly. Fifteen minutes this, fifteen minutes that. Gain fifteen, lose fifteen, class in fifteen, class in thirty. I feel almost degraded because I'm on such a schedule. Good thing is I hope somewhere, someone is watching or listening. Maybe they'll be inspired to do things to better themselves. Only difference is with me, I'm doing everything, and getting very little help.)

Things better change with these new Senators. Thats NINE people I have under my thumb. If they're gonna work for the Student Government Association they better work for it.