Misunderstood Anti-Philanthropists

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Benevolent dictators, why does everyone seem to adore them? I mean, whenever a dictator is evil, people are always dissing his government and finding faults in his methods. A malevolent dictator gets no respect at all (aside from those he forces to respect him.) The UN, NATO, the EU, everyone seems to hate on those poor fellows. There’s probably some complex that explains most of their actions. Most evil people really aren’t evil at all, I mean, there’s good in everyone right? That’s what Disney always told me anyway…

In all probability, most of those guys were misunderstood as children. They always knew they could do things better than the popular kids, but they never got the chance. They would always be like “Hey, let’s play cops and robbers! You guys can be the robbers, you others can be the cops, and I’ll be the masked vigilante that indiscriminately kills everyone!” Of course, nobody ever took them up on the offer, they were all too busy playing tag, or football, or some other physically involving sport that the young tyrants could never excel at. They carried that anger and embarrassment all throughout their lives. They would grow up to be trained in the military or other government establishment and steadily gain power.

What’s really wrong with that? I mean, these guys were mistreated as kids; they had a rough upbringing. If they legitimately overthrow a government that can’t even defend itself, why should we care? All the large government treaty organizations and humanitarian organizations get all upset, but they only ever threaten the offender with petty sanctions. I suppose that if the evil governments were all embargoed, their economies would crumble. If they were mistreating their citizens the morale could drop at gladiatorial events and other government sponsored activities. If the people rebelled against their leader, the army would dwindle to only those serving out of fear or misguidance. So, economic depression, sagging egos, and confused militaries aside, I don’t think there’s that much wrong with a malevolent dictatorship.

I therefore propose a solution. All of these confused and neglected rulers should be rounded up and taken to a correctional institute in Egypt. Obviously, the Egyptians should host this institute and facility on account of the warm, pleasant air and mild riverside climate that will lend itself well to a hospitable and friendly location for these over powerful, misguided leaders. There would be classes on social interaction and conversation. Courses in economics, politics, history, and social studies would be offered. The tyrants would be required to take at least one elective such as archery or underwater basket weaving to provide an outlet in their more stressful moments. Inspirational speakers such as Vladimir Putin and Barak Obama would be brought in to provide hints and tips on proper operation of a dictatorship, as well as provide details of their failures. The unique political situation in Egypt will provide a valuable case study to examine first hand.

This has been my assessment and presentation of solution for this most unfortunate problem of misunderstood dictators. So, the next time you see a malevolent dictator walking down the street, just smile and nod to him. You never know, maybe being nice to him will save an economy!

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Why?

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Have you ever pondered the malevolent side of life? Have you ever sat in the black, lonely, hollow of your room and pondered… why? The ebb and flow of life course through your mind. Your thoughts are caught up in the current of your mind as it cascades over the precipice of the reality that you have come to acknowledge as your own. You ask yourself “how?” How could such an atrocity fall upon one with whom the fates had never before so violently contended.

You lament your loss as you gaze at your dresser. You walk over to the compilation of treated lumber and open the top shelf. A heavy sigh escapes your lungs as you gaze into the almost-empty drawer that once held that which was so dear to you. You reminisce over the wonderful times that you had together, and how it will never be the same again. Tearfully, you open the ziplock bag that you are holding in your hands. “You have a great new home now,” you whisper softly, knowing full well that these new socks will never replace that which you have lost.

Just know, we must all come to grips with this tragedy when it occurs; roommates will steal your socks and never return them. We must accept the fact and move on. So please, the next time you are forced to make the heart wrenching decision of replacing those crew cuts or ankle highs, remember there is someone else out there going through the same as you.

A Great New World…

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…or something like that. So, Hello, I have decided to start blogging. (Spell check doesn’t like that word.) The great thing about blogs (nor that word) is that I don’t have to watch all my grammar and formating techniques. Being a college kid is great, I can stay up all night (not that I do that,) I can sleep until 11 or noon on Saturdays (or that,) and then, I can eat two varieties of sweet cereal with chocolate milk for breakfast… while drinking coka-cola. Ah, the life of an academically focused no-lifer.

Well, I’m in the Lone Star State, and they really don’t know how steady weather patterns work. Yesterday, it was 25 degrees, there was snow covering the ground, and we had a huge campus-wide snowball war. Today, the temp is 46 degrees, and it’s supposed to reach 65 sometime… Crazy right?

So far, school is fun! I’m enjoying my classes, Dr. Olson has to be the most awesome English professor alive. Engineering is looking to be a challenge, but really, why would you want it any other way? Lots of homework, lots of awesome friends, a large concentration of very geeky people everywhere… Welcome to Letourneau!

If you actually read this far… I congratulate you, and bestow upon you the gift of the knowledge that you would have or will made/make me happy if I would have/do find out that fact.

Have a Nice Life,
Chris Schultz