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Opinions and debating.

This week's Time magazine has the headline Out Of Control. It has nothing to do with the first single U2 ever released, but did I think that when I first saw it? Discovering they were referring to the state of Asia's roads disappointed me.

At lunchtime today, I was standing around bored and my mind started to wander to LiveJournal, as is common for me. I tried to think of topics I hadn't discussed on here, but I'm inclined to think that, at some point in time, I've posted on just about everything. I've discussed religion and missions, humanitarian crises and homosexuality, getting Bono's autograph and 11 O'clock Tick Tock, and so on and so forth. So instead of just going on some random rant that repeats what I've already said about how I'm disillusioned with mainstream Christianity or find high school a pain in the neck, I thought I would open this up to you, the reader. Want my opinion on something? Are you really that curious that you'd like to know what I think on a given subject? Comment and ask away. This is an open invitation.

Like everyone else, I have been getting delayed notification of comments and alerts for those that are over a month old. Some of you seem to think this is an isolated phenomenon, but clearly, it is not. If I wasn't so short on time, I may go around replying to them.

Why am I so short on time? It's called debating. I actually failed to mention it over the last couple of days, but tonight, we have a pretty crucial debate, up in Brisbane again like last week. The topic is 'the patriarchy is dead', and thankfully we're the negative. It sure makes life easier to argue that position. At this stage, we're feeling somewhat confident, and hopefully that will translate into victory. Also, I realised a bit of an error. I said we were in the quarterfinals of the state, and that's what you'd think if you were to quickly look at the draw. However, if you look at it closely, it's only part of a much bigger draw, and what I thought was the state final is actually one of the state quarter-finals. So there's a bit of a way to go yet! I'm looking forward to it, though. I'll be happy just to make it to the next round, because that's a short prep debate and I thrive on those.

In any case, I shall edit this entry once I am home with the results.

--- 9:41pm ---

I have just been party to a travesty, to the desecration of debating. The opposition did not debate, they argued, they were rude and derogatory, they were an offense to debating, and the insipid, inept, foolish adjudicator clearly had some alternate motives running when he gave them the win. I'm not a sore loser. I can handle loss quite well, thankyouverymuch. I can even handle unjust loss, to an extent. But the absolute morons we debated ... there are no words that could adequately describe their arrogance, inability to grasp basic debating concepts, or sheer aggressive demeanour. We won that debate. They were well and truly beaten. We proved their case wrong and they even acknowledged it when one asked me how I expected them to prove their position.

I am dumbfounded as to how they won. Absolutely dumbfounded.

I came home and played Bullet The Blue Sky (11 June 1992) very, very loud. Now it's time to crank The Cry/The Electric Co.

Boy, stupid boy!
Don't sit at the table, 'til you're able to
Toy, broken toy
You shout and shout, you're inside out
'Til you don't know, Electric Co. (Electric Co.)
'Til you don't know, (Electric Co.) Electric Co.

Red, running red
You play for real
The toy could feel
A hole in your head
You go in shock
You're spoonfed
If you don't know, Electric Co. (Electric Co.)
If you don't know, (Electric Co.) Electric Co.!


U2 have made some amazing music for channelling anger and providing catharsis.
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