"My rhetoric is sometimes flippant"... no sh*t.

rhet•o•ric, noun; 1 : the art of speaking or writing effectively: as a : the study of principles and rules of composition formulated by critics of ancient times b : the study of writing or speaking as a means of communication or persuasion

flip•pant, adjective; lacking proper respect or seriousness

Am I funny? I do not believe I am, even though there are a few people who would say otherwise. Mostly these individuals consist of small children (my sister and numerous cousins) and young adults who at times have small burst of mental retardation (my close friends). So I personally don't believe I have a funny bone in my body. When I used to speak on important topics, I tried to be as serious as possible. However, over my nineteen years of intelligent rhetoric that has usually never been paid attention to; my words have become lazy and my incredible passion for everything has gone away. If you are wondering where this post is headed and where it came from, I shall explain. I was thinking about some of my writing that I do at the moment and the profession that I want to go into and I found that being serious will be a part of being a College professor. Serious?! Serious?! Nineteen years of having something to say and no one listening...relaxing just a little to fit-in...And my profession calls for published books, essays, magazine articles and did I mention that they have to be serious...? What I am driving at (sorry if my words are jumbled and all over the place) is that I have developed this flippant writing style that involves me being sarcastic about everything even when it’s serious and relevant. I am the skeptic no one wants to meet. The guy that argues that, “Nothing is known!”, and just basically ask “Why?” I have written essays and had conversations about topics just to ruffle people’s feathers. I used to care about the issues, now I tend to argue for the sake of arguing. My profession calls for published books. Who is going to by a book from an author who writes like his brain is going 120 mph on E? Who is going to READ a blog from a guy who really doesn't care because no one else cares? This is my dilemma: How can I change my writing style so I am not viewed as just some angry, ADD, sarcastic, A-hole, who just flippantly flips off the whole world and doesn’t give a sh*t. I want to be able to focus on one topic and stick with it in my writing. I don't want people to comment "hahahahahaha that is so true" under my post, I want them to just simply say "That is so true, thank you for writing this."
I don’t know how I will do it, but if I want to be a serious College professor I really want my writing style to change. ようこそ私の考えに: Nile Najee:

Some food for thought and a small poetic milkshake.

(Poetic milkshake)
Nile Najee is a Mad Hatter from the VA, who has method to his madness and a different type of brain matter; Lookin out for the mindknappers, who try to steal his thoughts while his brain is nappin'..."no no amigos, it aint happenin'".
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(The food for thought)
Obama can't fix eight years of insanity in a year...please hop off his back. Stop complaining and kick yourself in the bunghole for not rioting in the streets while George Dubya Bush was in office. Thank you and that is all. Oh btw I think Obama wore a red tie at the State of the Union adress to show who he was pointing out. Red = Republican. Not to mention the fact he was pissed at the fact he has had to fight, not only the GOP but his own party. It is a damn shame. :Nile Najee: ようこそ私の考えに

Poem...snow...music...English... On my brain.

'The Mighty Dollar"

Mr. Washington where have you been?
For you have been sorely missed,
My child last night,
Fell sick and died,
And death took the child by hand and sighed,
“If only Uncle George was here to bribe
The doctor who could have poked and pried
And found the tumor that lay inside.
The child would not cling to my cold but loving side.”
And then said I,
“Oh Death” I asked
“Do you see what Mr. Washington and his brothers,
Have against me.”
And death said to me,
“You work hard and you try to abide by the laws,
But hard work and morals shall always be crushed
by greed’s waiting claws.
“That is not true.” Said I to Death “Good will prevail
whether now or at my last breath.
I see no reason to steal, lie, and kill.
I have pride -dignity.
I’d rather die in glory with my child,
Then live in a hell like, money hungry misery.”
“You are wise,” said Death to I and I alone,
So I shall send your child back home,
To live and learn the ways of your noble bones.”
And then said I,
“Oh thank you Death for you are kind,
to give me back what is not mine.
So I can teach this child
To cherish good and loving times,
And not bow down to Washingtons' dollar signs.”
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