I want to take a moment now to get serious for a few minutes. I want to take the time to talk to you rather than at you. I am well aware that my readers expect a certain level of sincerity and I want you all to know that I love each and every one of you. When I say "love" I don't mean "Eros"- physical or romantic love, but rather "Phileo", or Brotherly Love.
You may have noticed a few reoccurring themes throughout this web log. First, do I have a fascination with retards? YES. I do. So what? I don't know exactly where it comes from. I do know it comes from one or all of several sources...
My first exposure to a retard occurred when I was in kindergarten. Back then (and maybe still now) the retards were educated alongside the normal kids. We ate lunch with them, we had recess with them. The retard that I remember most vividly from this time was a particularly agressive one. Kids are cruel to other kids, and they are even more so when those kids are retards. The normal kids would harass this retard mercilessly. Being as agressive as he naturally was, he would often lash out at them in defense of his honor, or in defense of the retarded girl that he clung to (or who clung to him).
 | In any case, he was a force to be reckoned with. He developed a reputation of being super strong. We didn't know how strong, but we weren't about to find out. I was scared of him- if for nothing else but the fact that you couldn't reason with a retard. I maintain that retards are super strong to this day because of my experiences in kindergarten. |
| Another retard of note from my life experience is Corky from the popular TV show "Life Goes On." I didn't like this show, one reason being that it was on Sunday nights, also because it was usually depressing, but mostly because it tackled "issues". However, because the show was so popular, it served as a great reference point for all retard jokes. For example, I would mimic Corky's voice often (I was not the only one) in making fun of other people...like, if someone dropped their notebook in the middle of class I might say, "My name is (insert name), I dropped my notebooooook..." in Corky's voice. It still gets laughs to this day. |  |
I could go on and on about the various retards who have influenced me throughout my life, but the preceding two are the ones who made the most impact. Now that I've lost my train of thought and have run out of time, I will call it quits on this entry. Keep reading, and keep the e-mails coming.
Love,
MustaineFan
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