Chaos can be beautiful when focused. Mob mentality can be powerful when harnessed. The shame I feel isn't that there was a riot, it is that the people will unite over losing a championship but not over the uselessness of the government, the abuse of the welfare system, or corrupt corporations controlling our lives.
There was going to be a riot win or lose. That's the pathetic part of it. People wanted to riot. They were ready for it. But the best thing they can riot about is a game? Something that does not effect their lives at all. But no one is willing to inconvenience themselves over rising gas prices or rising gang membership among teenagers.
In a way I'm glad this happened, maybe show some people what's actually worth fighting for. People don't even know anymore, they are willing to fight over literally nothing (because the riot would have happened win or lose) but they are not willing to fight over for the freedom being taken away by corporations we blindly support. Reminds me why I wrote R.I.S.K
I read there was one death and over 200 seriously injured. But the point is it hasn't been got out. People don't even know why they riot. They riot because they feel passionate about a game. Society allows them to be passionate about this one thing and rioting over it is almost acceptable but all the things that cause people to get to the pent up state where they need to riot are ignored. Because it's not acceptable to be passionate about paid parking, the governments inability to protect itself, bills and bi-laws which limit freedom of speech, or how absolutely nothing is done to follow some crimes while others get their own TV shows. Like I said, it's not the fact the riot happened. It's that the riot would have happened either way because people are begging for something to stir society up but they have been so contained and comfortably chained they no longer know what that feeling is so when given have a chance they lash out in full force. The police and government expect people to riot at every championship because they understand this concept and accept it. After all, better the people riot, "get it out" and become complacent again, rather then have them see the wool that's been pulled over their eyes.
I can see both sides. I really could care less what other people think of the country though or being ashamed because it happened. It the reason it happened that shames me, and not because I'm from the same country either. Most of the rioters probably were sober. Just like most of the rioters in any riot are sober. Being drunk has little to do with it, it can help start it but once it gets going absolutely no effect. And reason being drunk can help start a riot is for the very reason I am ashamed of being part of a time where people aren't willing to fight for good reasons. Being drunk gets you past most social tabboos and lets the feeling of passion go. People brought molotovs to the game, as I pointed out, everyone knew this riot was going to happen and accepted it. I'm not ashamed of our country. I'm ashamed of our race for not rioting more often about the things we bitch about everyday that really do matter but we put up with it. Why? Change hurts, but as is displayed here pain will happen anyway, so I'd rather see our cities in pain for something that actually matters. I have faith in the power of people, but events like this prove to me that people do not know how to use their power.I just personally don't care about my countries image. I gave up being a patriot long ago when I realized all the other patriots were born on the other side of the 49th. I'm proud of Canada, more proud then the next person in fact but I don't really think of things that way. Human nature is so much more then what country we're born in. But again everyone will think we are sore losers because every time we lose at hockey this happens.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Update
Lots going on in my life. I'm not positive but I think my passion is actually just writing. Not theatre... shhh don't tell anyone. I'm not positive. I've also grown a soft spot for film, kind of wishing I'd gone to Vancouver instead of Grant MacEwan but I know those are silly thoughts. I am the amazing person I am today because of the things that have brought me here. Thinking I might be better if I had other experiences is foolish. "What happened happened and couldn't of have happened any other way... Because we are still alive." - Morpheus, The Matrix Reloaded.
I started writing a journal. I found my old journal and partly it scared me, partly it reminded me why I am the way I am and how much I've changed. As soon as I could write I began philosophizing about warfare and combat. Reading books like the Art of War and taking notes on them. I was cold, ruthless and calculating, exactly what a soldier or general should be. I always knew girls were the downfall of man, love was the thing that made people lose that strategic touch. And I was right. Every step I take away from that world I take because I want to become a "better man" for a woman. Strange that.
Back to the journal, I started writing this journal and it's interesting just how different writing on paper is from writing on a computer. Blogging feels like you are talking to someone and yet no one. The security or being anonymous (even though you aren't) combined with the satisfaction of putting your words and thoughts out into the universe. Writing on paper however is so much more personal, it's not accessible by just anybody. There is also a lot to be said for the action of putting your thoughts into your hands instead of just hitting a series of keys which are almost all the same. Though I do believe eventually they will be able to identify people by their keystrokes, the way they type, how hard they hit and which letters they reach the quickest, which letters the fingers rest on, all of these things. I wish I was smart enough to be the one to create that technology actually. I'm a fan of the computer because I never worry about errors as spellcheck fixes them and I can type faster then I can write (it isn't much of a feat) so my thoughts can go faster. Especially if I really lose myself in it and then I somehow can type faster. We do everything faster and better if we do it without thinking about it. It's why we train, to teach our bodies how to do it without our mind getting in the way.
Stupid mind. Always getting in the way.
Anyway, it's also nice to write on this blog because I don't know how many people see it. Not very many, and I don't know if I know any of them or not, I assume not, except for my one follower (hey Nick.) So I still feel free writing whatever comes to mind and I have no obligation to put any sort of meaning, grammar, deep thoughts, or contextual significance to my posts. Where as with the ZLC and it's thousands of readers I do have all those added pressures. It's fun and I love writing for all those people, it has many rewards actually, including the always welcome reassurance that what I write is actually good and worth someone's time to read. In the case of the ZLC maybe enough good enough to save a few lives.
Anyway. I leave for London on Saturday so I really need to get back to work. Lots of work to do and I still feel like I'm not working hard enough even though I'm putting in 8-10 hour days (6-7 hours of rehearsal and 2-3 hours of memorizing or media work.)
I started writing a journal. I found my old journal and partly it scared me, partly it reminded me why I am the way I am and how much I've changed. As soon as I could write I began philosophizing about warfare and combat. Reading books like the Art of War and taking notes on them. I was cold, ruthless and calculating, exactly what a soldier or general should be. I always knew girls were the downfall of man, love was the thing that made people lose that strategic touch. And I was right. Every step I take away from that world I take because I want to become a "better man" for a woman. Strange that.
Back to the journal, I started writing this journal and it's interesting just how different writing on paper is from writing on a computer. Blogging feels like you are talking to someone and yet no one. The security or being anonymous (even though you aren't) combined with the satisfaction of putting your words and thoughts out into the universe. Writing on paper however is so much more personal, it's not accessible by just anybody. There is also a lot to be said for the action of putting your thoughts into your hands instead of just hitting a series of keys which are almost all the same. Though I do believe eventually they will be able to identify people by their keystrokes, the way they type, how hard they hit and which letters they reach the quickest, which letters the fingers rest on, all of these things. I wish I was smart enough to be the one to create that technology actually. I'm a fan of the computer because I never worry about errors as spellcheck fixes them and I can type faster then I can write (it isn't much of a feat) so my thoughts can go faster. Especially if I really lose myself in it and then I somehow can type faster. We do everything faster and better if we do it without thinking about it. It's why we train, to teach our bodies how to do it without our mind getting in the way.
Stupid mind. Always getting in the way.
Anyway, it's also nice to write on this blog because I don't know how many people see it. Not very many, and I don't know if I know any of them or not, I assume not, except for my one follower (hey Nick.) So I still feel free writing whatever comes to mind and I have no obligation to put any sort of meaning, grammar, deep thoughts, or contextual significance to my posts. Where as with the ZLC and it's thousands of readers I do have all those added pressures. It's fun and I love writing for all those people, it has many rewards actually, including the always welcome reassurance that what I write is actually good and worth someone's time to read. In the case of the ZLC maybe enough good enough to save a few lives.
Anyway. I leave for London on Saturday so I really need to get back to work. Lots of work to do and I still feel like I'm not working hard enough even though I'm putting in 8-10 hour days (6-7 hours of rehearsal and 2-3 hours of memorizing or media work.)
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