Notes From The Geek Show: An Open Letter to John C. Wright
An open letter from someone much more eloquent than me. Mr. Wright himself even came to comment, and is now backpedaling so hard he's leaving skid marks. Though quite frankly his recent posts still reek of "I'm right and you're wrong."
Friday, August 14, 2009
John C Wright Is A Bigot
So I spend a lot of time on LiveJournal. One of my favourite communities is Metaquotes, found at http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes. Funny and occasionally deep quotes found all over LJ.
So today, I was linked to a blog post by the sci-fi author John C Wright. My first reaction was, of course, 'who?' but I decided to take a wander over and check out what all the fuss was about.
Read for yourself here: http://johncwright.livejournal.com/269139.html
Of course, the big bad bigot had to go and disable all commenting except for his friends because like most assholes, he can dish it out but he sure can't take it. And I read most, if not all, of the comments people left. Yes, all 800+. The majority of them were... well, not polite, but certainly not Internet RAEG. People were angry, but they were pretty eloquent about it. Then he went and posted some sort of new response here: http://johncwright.livejournal.com/272446.html. Probably so he could get buttpats from the sycophants, who are the only ones now allowed to comment.
Grow some balls, John. You put it out on the internet, but you don't have the guts to stand up for your convictions and have to erase fucking everything?
I will not be buying your books. I may even boycott the publisher unless and until they drop your homophobic ass. I'm still awaiting a reply from my e-mail sent to questions@tor.com regarding their stance on this issue.
I'm hoping someone in the news media picks up on this, because I would love to get this everywhere.
EDIT: He baawwwleeted everything. However, there's is a cap here: http://community.livejournal.com/sf_drama/2425835.html?thread=371442923#t371442923
So today, I was linked to a blog post by the sci-fi author John C Wright. My first reaction was, of course, 'who?' but I decided to take a wander over and check out what all the fuss was about.
Read for yourself here: http://johncwright.livejournal.com/269139.html
Of course, the big bad bigot had to go and disable all commenting except for his friends because like most assholes, he can dish it out but he sure can't take it. And I read most, if not all, of the comments people left. Yes, all 800+. The majority of them were... well, not polite, but certainly not Internet RAEG. People were angry, but they were pretty eloquent about it. Then he went and posted some sort of new response here: http://johncwright.livejournal.com/272446.html. Probably so he could get buttpats from the sycophants, who are the only ones now allowed to comment.
Grow some balls, John. You put it out on the internet, but you don't have the guts to stand up for your convictions and have to erase fucking everything?
I will not be buying your books. I may even boycott the publisher unless and until they drop your homophobic ass. I'm still awaiting a reply from my e-mail sent to questions@tor.com regarding their stance on this issue.
I'm hoping someone in the news media picks up on this, because I would love to get this everywhere.
EDIT: He baawwwleeted everything. However, there's is a cap here: http://community.livejournal.com/sf_drama/2425835.html?thread=371442923#t371442923
Thursday, July 2, 2009
So we are now into July. I have still not received answers from either my employment counsellor, or from the gubbermint itself. Okay, sure, it was Canada's birthday yesterday, fuck knows people can't actually be expected to work on such a day. Though I hear Toronto cancelled Canada Day because the garbage people are on strike. Oh, such a wonderful city I will (hopefully) be moving to. I'm fairly sure they were on strike last year at this time, and the year before, and possibly the year before that.
At any rate, my apartment conundrum may be solved, at least temporarily. My brother and I were going to share an apartment originally, since he's also moving down to Toronto for work. Then we got into this whole problem with Second Career and he booked like a frightened sheep. But now he's saying well, maybe we can share after all. I'm going to assume this is because he can't be bothered actually searching for a one-bedroom for himself. And I get accused of not knowing what I'm doing or where I'm going. At any rate, if he makes up his mind (this weekend, he says) then he can rent the apartment and I can just live there. Bada bing, bada boom, here's your budget, give me my money.
By this time next month, I could be in my own place, oh please all the gods. Well, assuming they actually give me funding. And why not? I'm young but not a child. I'm smart, when I apply myself. I've been accepted, and I scored a 93% on the reading comprehension test. I'm not some mouth-breather with nothing better to do.
Oh, right. Government.
At any rate, my apartment conundrum may be solved, at least temporarily. My brother and I were going to share an apartment originally, since he's also moving down to Toronto for work. Then we got into this whole problem with Second Career and he booked like a frightened sheep. But now he's saying well, maybe we can share after all. I'm going to assume this is because he can't be bothered actually searching for a one-bedroom for himself. And I get accused of not knowing what I'm doing or where I'm going. At any rate, if he makes up his mind (this weekend, he says) then he can rent the apartment and I can just live there. Bada bing, bada boom, here's your budget, give me my money.
By this time next month, I could be in my own place, oh please all the gods. Well, assuming they actually give me funding. And why not? I'm young but not a child. I'm smart, when I apply myself. I've been accepted, and I scored a 93% on the reading comprehension test. I'm not some mouth-breather with nothing better to do.
Oh, right. Government.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Second Career Confusion
Second Chance. It sounds so inviting. You've fucked your life up, you're out of a job or you're fed up of the one you've got, but now you can turn it all around, son! You can go back to school on the government's dime and learn a new career, one you will enjoy and get paid lots of money for.
Assuming you can put up with the process to get there.
Now, this is the government we're talking about, so one should expect some... shall we say, bureaucracy. But forgive me if I don't see the logic in the current Second Career strategy.
I signed up for this program way back in February 2009, after I was laid off at the beginning of December 2008. I worked and lived on a horse farm and had pretty much nothing to my name but my last paycheque, my horse, two cats, my car, and a bunch of useless crap. I was forced to move back in with my parents and they recommended that I look into Second Career after they received a flyer in the mail.
So I did. Why not, I was fed up of horse jobs and the shit associated with them (both literal and figurative; you have not known neurotic until you have worked with horse people) and I thought it was time I got a job that wouldn't kick me out on my ass when the going got tough. I got an appointment, I signed up, I started the process. It involved a lot of paperwork.
Fast forward to spring and it's time for me to apply to college. I chose Seneca College in Toronto, because Algonquin College in Ottawa was too far away to travel all the way up just to apply. Also, it was waitlisted. I applied, I was accepted, I thought this was great, even though I had to pay $100 to hold my seat. Could've been worse; the full fee is $400, but they understood that I hadn't gotten funding yet. Wasn't that nice of them?
Apparently they understood something I didn't. Namely, that in order to apply for funding for Second Career, you need to have an exact budget worked out. Exact. They refuse to fund estimates. I got this information after two or three days of running around asking for help. See, landlords don't particularly want to rent to random strangers on the basis of just their word. But the Second Career office in my area would not give me a letter saying I was even in the program. So I need an apartment in order to get funding, but I need funding in order to get an apartment.
Catch-22 much?
As if this wasn't bad enough, there's no guarantee I'll even get funding. Yep, I've gone through this whole process, paid out money I don't really have, and I just might get the funding. And they might not even tell me I have it until the day before the school year starts.
Dear Second Career: Is your sense of logic as far up your ass as your collective head? If I don't get this funding, I am fucked. My parents want me out and hell, I want out too. And what's this about a conditional agreement? Why would anyone want to take a chance when all I can tell them is that, well, if they agree to let me have the apartment, I'll send off a budget and hope I get the money to pay for it. If not, well, sorry, I wasted your time and mine.
I spoke to the local program leader last week and she told me that they could send a letter saying that I had been into the office. Today, I asked my employment counsellor to provide me with that letter, as it's better than nothing.
No answer. I sent the e-mail (because she never answers the phone) at around noon today, and no answer. Maybe I'll get one tomorrow, or maybe I'll have to call and demand to talk to the program leader. Again. I do not like making demands of essential strangers, but I'm losing patience here, and so are my parents, who are getting fed up of helping me out. I've sent a complaint to the ministry in charge of funding, we'll see if that even gets an answer.
My dad thinks I should go to our local MP and complain. Me, I started a blog. Maybe I can help someone else. And maybe putting this information out there will cause them to rethink it. If nothing else, it's a place for me to bitch to my heart's content.
Assuming you can put up with the process to get there.
Now, this is the government we're talking about, so one should expect some... shall we say, bureaucracy. But forgive me if I don't see the logic in the current Second Career strategy.
I signed up for this program way back in February 2009, after I was laid off at the beginning of December 2008. I worked and lived on a horse farm and had pretty much nothing to my name but my last paycheque, my horse, two cats, my car, and a bunch of useless crap. I was forced to move back in with my parents and they recommended that I look into Second Career after they received a flyer in the mail.
So I did. Why not, I was fed up of horse jobs and the shit associated with them (both literal and figurative; you have not known neurotic until you have worked with horse people) and I thought it was time I got a job that wouldn't kick me out on my ass when the going got tough. I got an appointment, I signed up, I started the process. It involved a lot of paperwork.
Fast forward to spring and it's time for me to apply to college. I chose Seneca College in Toronto, because Algonquin College in Ottawa was too far away to travel all the way up just to apply. Also, it was waitlisted. I applied, I was accepted, I thought this was great, even though I had to pay $100 to hold my seat. Could've been worse; the full fee is $400, but they understood that I hadn't gotten funding yet. Wasn't that nice of them?
Apparently they understood something I didn't. Namely, that in order to apply for funding for Second Career, you need to have an exact budget worked out. Exact. They refuse to fund estimates. I got this information after two or three days of running around asking for help. See, landlords don't particularly want to rent to random strangers on the basis of just their word. But the Second Career office in my area would not give me a letter saying I was even in the program. So I need an apartment in order to get funding, but I need funding in order to get an apartment.
Catch-22 much?
As if this wasn't bad enough, there's no guarantee I'll even get funding. Yep, I've gone through this whole process, paid out money I don't really have, and I just might get the funding. And they might not even tell me I have it until the day before the school year starts.
Dear Second Career: Is your sense of logic as far up your ass as your collective head? If I don't get this funding, I am fucked. My parents want me out and hell, I want out too. And what's this about a conditional agreement? Why would anyone want to take a chance when all I can tell them is that, well, if they agree to let me have the apartment, I'll send off a budget and hope I get the money to pay for it. If not, well, sorry, I wasted your time and mine.
I spoke to the local program leader last week and she told me that they could send a letter saying that I had been into the office. Today, I asked my employment counsellor to provide me with that letter, as it's better than nothing.
No answer. I sent the e-mail (because she never answers the phone) at around noon today, and no answer. Maybe I'll get one tomorrow, or maybe I'll have to call and demand to talk to the program leader. Again. I do not like making demands of essential strangers, but I'm losing patience here, and so are my parents, who are getting fed up of helping me out. I've sent a complaint to the ministry in charge of funding, we'll see if that even gets an answer.
My dad thinks I should go to our local MP and complain. Me, I started a blog. Maybe I can help someone else. And maybe putting this information out there will cause them to rethink it. If nothing else, it's a place for me to bitch to my heart's content.
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