So today I read some of the Letters of Agrippa, which were basically the Federalist Papers for the Anti-Federalists. If that makes any sense at all. Now, I know how crucial a time 1788 was in the development of American government, but I can't imagine anything more than a bunch of old white guys in powdered wigs competing to see who has the longest sausage.
As that image burns itself into your parietal lobes, let me take this moment to clear some things up about myself. From some of my previous postings, I can see how one might dismiss me as a cynic or a misanthrope. On the contrary, my dear readers, I am an existentialist. I don't see mankind as instinctively good or evil, but rather base my judgement of individuals on their individual actions. I am not one to pigeonhole the entire human race into an arbitrary category. That being said, I am not without my prejudices. For example, I hate a whole lot of people who went (and currently go to) my high school, even without really getting to know them. For all I know, they could have been halfway decent people who only occasionally smoked in the bathroom or get drunk and break a few windows or blow up a vending machine. Maybe I'm wrong to think the way I do. Maybe I should be more open minded. Maybe I... wait... how the hell did we get here from talking about old men's sausages? It must be Monday...
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