Let me start this by mentioning that I am without question the sort to be inordinately irritated by inconsequential imbeciles. Kim Davis perhaps the queen of these imbeciles. In a general sense, I am also typically not in favor of things with any sort of religious undertone (or over tone, but then that went without saying). I suppose twelve years of Catholic school will do that to you. But all that said, I am generally a fan of this new Pope Francis. So imagine my disappointment when I found out that Mary’s head honcho was playing buddy buddy with america’s newly crowned queen of stupidity.
Did Frank do wrong? Lets take a look at the facts.
1. Pappa F met with a whole hell of a lot of people in the four or so days that he was in our Country. With the exception of the big eared gentleman that met him at the airport, you can safely bet that he had no clue who most of those people were.
2. There is very little chance that he had ever heard the chronicles of this dreadful Kentucky woman’s transgressions until right before he met her. Hell, he probably didn’t even know what Kentucky was. Again, he most likely didn’t seek this wretched fool out.
3. Of course he is against gay marriage. You already knew that He’s Catholic, it’s like part of their deal. NOTE; This is not an excuse for him, merely a restatement of a dreadful fact.
4. The last Pope sucked. This guy has been pretty good so far, maybe he deserves a bye?
5. Even if he doesn’t deserve a bye, and he very well might not, STOP WRITING ABOUT THIS FOOL! Kim Davis is going to live out the remainder of her life a celebrity because people will not stop writing about her.
6.Yes, I understand the hypocrosi in asking people to stop writing about Kim Davis in an article written about Kim Davis.
Alright that’s about it guys. Should Frankie get a pass? That’s for you to decide.
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For those of you who do not know (and honest to god- why should you?) my name is Paul Durante, and among other things, I write a blog, tweet absurdly stupid things (which you can find @DewmontPaul btw :)) and write blog posts that like twenty people read. Such is the life opf anEnglish major I suppose. I also have recently debuted a web series for those of you who are interested. I wrote and directed in it, and in this episode I even play a man named after a food dish……
But alas, such matters are not why we gather hear today. Rather, we come together to discuss a far more important matter than my shortcomings: the Matrix. For those of you who do not know (I assure you, I was among your ranks until last night) the Matrix, is a film in which our protagonist “Neo” discovers that his life is not as he had cpnvieved it, but rather the [roduct of a program that decieved the human race into believing that all was real. As you find out in the first film (and for the record I have yet to see the other two) the world ended when humainty created and then subsequently went to war with AI that we created. In the process of pursuing that war, we blocked out the sun in the hopes that it would terminate our solar powered AI friends, but such was not the case, and we subsequently went extinct….Except that we didn’t. rather than allowing us to die out, robots created an articial world for us to occupy, in which things are essentially as they had been in 1999. And it is with this point that I do believe I am in disagreement with the general public.
Last night I watched this film with my wife.
“What assholes,’ I commented once we were done.
“I know right,” she replied. “You mean the agents?”
“I mean the humans! We kill our planet and then feel somehow entitled to it? Neo is a prick.”
As you might imagine, I am on the side of the AI. Yes, it is less than fortunate that we are essentially batteries to them, but regardless, they were far more merciful than I believe that “our” (humans as a species) actions warranted. Within the confines of this movies plot, we had killed our own planet. Rather than going extinct as earths history dictated we should, we merely took on another form, as a consiousness rather than a body. Granted, this is not the ideal existence, but it is nevertheless the one that we have earned. Only the most extreme proponents of human elititism could claim that we were still entitled to an ownership stake of this planet that we had allowed to be destroyed. And yet we are supposed to view Neo and company as the heroes?
Or are we? granted I have not seen the subsequent films, but as an English Major, I have to wonder, are we truly supposed to view this film with the assumption that Neo and Morpheus are righteous in their conquest, or are they relics of a society that placed a supreme emphasis on human life? That is not to say that human life has no value, but rather that it is lucky to have been preserved in any capacity given what seems to have unfolded in the Matrix time line. In real life, we will most assuredly not receive this same comforts after our soils erode, and our atmospheres give way to noxious gas and pollution. Perhaps Neo and his friends are presuming upon an entitlement that they are not worthy of.
Just something to think about
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Hello friends, family, the indifferent other! For those of you that don’t know, my name is Paul Durante, and for the last year or so, I have been working on developing a web series titled “The Dewmont Daze.” In that time, I have released a mdoerate amount of shorts, but the series itself was stalled several times. BUT now it’s finally here, and you can watch it.
Yes that’s right, for the low low price of no money whatsoever, you can let my mediocrity inspire you into creating some of your own. And the best part? Each episode is only seven to eight minutes long. Did you ever see Avatar? That bullshit went on for three God damn hours, and by the time it was over all that we learned was that it costs a half billion dollars to make a statement on human wastefulness. But that’s not the nonsense that you get here- no, with my series you can get loads of human wastefulness in seven minute incriments! SUPPORT A DIRECTOR THAT RESPECTS YOUR TIME!
Ok, so that said, here is the second episode!
If you have watched any of my previous videos, you might recognize two of the characters.
But wait! You’re saying that you haven’t seen episode 1? Well that’s no problem, you could probably manage episode two without having seen it, but fuck that! Here it is, free of charge, and of blue people!
There you go! Free entertainment, littered with weed, urine, and Motherfucking Joe Biden!
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For those of you that have not been reading along (I’m talking to you, World Wide Web) my name is Paul Durante, and for the past, ohhh twenty or so years I was just a shell of what I could be. In that time, I have met people that I care about, gone places that expanded my horizon’s past the corn filled soils of Illinois, and even written things that i am somewhat proud of, but it took me up until this summer to find what I can finally call, success. And how might a mediocre small scale internet personality quantify success? Well since no one reads or watches my things, this online pest has had to go the deeper, more personal route. Marrying my wife, was the best decision that I have ever made, opening my life up to something that it had previously never been familiar with: daily joy. Even before, when we were only dating, or even engaged, the happiness was still tremendous, spiritual, and perfect beyond what I had ever before known, but now as I pound away at these keys with a wedding band on my left hand, something has changed. There is a new sense of simplistic profundity to this familiar and yet new sense of happiness, and I am afraid that it is a profundity that I cannot explain in this blog, most especially because nobody pays me for this shit.
But amongst this wonderful and exciting new chapter of my life is an ever so feint veil of surprise and speculation from my peers. Oh yes, I am still a student.
“What do you think? Unplanned pregnancy?”
“You don’t thing….surely he isn’t a Christian?”
Okay, okay, so no one is literally circling up and whispering gossip in my face. In fact, the vast majority of friends and family have been very supportive of our decision, but in the background there has always been this since of judgemental speculation.
So lets clear things up.
- Nope, no pregnancy, planned or otherwise, although I do believe I would look glowing with a baby bump.
- Excuse you sirs and maams, but we have been together for three years. There is nothing blind or reckless about it. There isn’t a reckless bone in my body.Your reading the words of a man too cowardly to even attempt to parralell park.
- Haha no. I’m not a Christian, nor am I in any capacity religious. But do try not to say it with such stank in your voice next time.
Here’s the deal. When you know, you just know. Are we young? Perhaps slightly. But we are also financially able to pay for our own food, transportation, and living quarters (which we would have had to do regardless of whether or not we had gotten married) and in roughly nine months, we will also be degree holding members of society (despite my utter disdain for all thinks scholastic).
We are happy, which as far as I am concerned means that we are doing something right, because really, how often is there something to smile about?
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This may be exclusive to the english department, but in my experience there are two types of professors: Those that look like sixty seven year old men posing as preppy college students, and those taht dress as though they are homeless. There is of course the occasional old gentleman teacher that dresses modestly but well, but they are few and far in between. A note should be made that this is exclusive really only to men. Women dress like normal fucking people. Today I had one of the homeless men. Don’t get me wrong, I love the homeless, I just never expect to see them teaching me children’s literature. Is it a political statement that he wore dirty, torn clothes. or is there a story behind it? perhaps he had just vcome form his own The Hangover type situation in which he gave his tooth to ed helms and somehow predicted that Bradley Cooper would be succesful. And you know, put on dirty clothes afterwards. I’m not sure what it was, but whatever the case, it was all that I considered for the duration for the class. To say the least, it was more fun than actually thinking about childrens literature.
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This is why I never could have been a teacher…..for those of you that don’t know, I almost was one. See teachers don’t write blog posts about the bullshit nature of school, and they sure as shit don’t direct videos called “butt weed”. Crass as my creative endevors over the past few years may have been, they nevertheless point very distinclty to the fact that nurturing young minds is a field best left to folks that aren’t me. As Marky Mark says in The Departed, (without the help of his Funky Bunch I might add) “You can be any fucking thing that you want in the next twelve months, but you will not be a Massachusates state policeman.” Only that’s misquoted, misspelled, and not about teaching. Whatever, you get the point.
I am no student, so by definition, I am the last person that should be in charge of them. After freshly having resigned to being simply an English Major, with no added burden of teacher certification, this is my first day back to class in what will be (God Willing) my last year as a college student. Do you suppose that the teachers hate today as much as I do? I maintain that college professors do what they do so that they can read books for a living, and in some cases, flirt with coeds that most likely wouldn’t have talked to them when they were nerdy little undergrads. Granted, some of them are passionate about what they do, but for the most part I have found that they are simply interested in getting paid to have pretentious conversations about things that don’t really matter anyway. Don’t kid yourselves, in college your paying for a sheet of paper- not a bunch of shit that you can learn for free on Wikipedia. Don’t agree with my cynical outlook? Good. Debate it.
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Married as fuck. Sounds nice doesn’t it? While the day itself was a bit of a blur, I do believe that it is the very last phrase that the priest uttered before saying “you may now kiss the bride”. You’re married as fuck, so just go ahead and kiss her. Eh maybe he didn’y say it. I knew though, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Lets rewind. My name is Paul Durante, and for the last three years my every waking thought has been completely and utterly captivated by one Rachel Riesenberger (I’ve learned to look past the whole German thing and I hope that you can too). I wish there was a fun like or as that I could whip out to adequately describe our relationship (you know, like some Bonnie to my Clyde bullshit?) but the truth is she’s more like the teacher to my inner deliquint. My girl was our class valedictorian, a feat that she is not too keen on mentioning, and while i am no intellectual shlub, you are nevertheless reading the words of our high school classes 121st ranked student (and I do believe that there was only 98 kids in our class). In many ways we are opposites. She is the sweet to my bitter, the organization to my clutter, even the Christian to my secular humanist. With all that in mind, I have been married as fuck for three years, even before the church and the state decided to recognize it the way that we did. And that simple fact has been my utter joy for the past three years.
Married as fuck. That’s the funny thing about love, about human connection- that’s where the joy in life is. I’m only twenty one, but if there is one thing I know without doubt, or without question, it is that the difference between joy and pleasure is as distinct as it is crucial to understand. Food can be pleasure- a fleeting moment happiness caused by what is usually fat and sugar, but a meal, shared with friends and loved ones- that can be joy. That right there can be a memory. the same thing is true of marriage, or any relationship of substance really. If there is one thing I know, it is that the most foolproof path to happiness lies in understanding what matters in life, and what doesn’t. Because there are somethings that no one can take from you.
It is in this regard that I myself have struggled, even if only slightly. I have the world- everything that I could ever hope for, and yet there is a small part of me that tries to define my happiness or success by how I am received as a writer or a director, or whatever the hell other goofy thing I am working on at the moment. Since I was six I have dreamed of being a professional writer, and it has been about since then that I have also pursued it. I have written stories, and novels, created web series, I am in pre production on an independent film, and I even started a goofy blog in the hopes that it would get people to pay attention to me. I WANT to be succesful, but what I always come back to is the simple fact that I have already been given far more than i need. Everyone is always looking for that greener side of the pasture, but what I continuously realize is that there is nothing better than what I have now. I’m twenty years old, and I have peeked. Exactly what everyone dreams of yes? My life is perfect, Everything else that I get after this point is bonus.
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Oh hi there. It’s been a while hasn’t it? Listen….I got married. I like you all and everything,but quite frankly none of you seemed entirely interested in spending the rest of your life with me, so the blog had to take what I suppose you could call a brief hiatus. So now, school starts in several days, and I thought to myself “what better time to initiate a major distraction?” The privilage of an education does have a way of making you want to completely disconnect from the world, and given that in nine months I will be expected to try and join the work force with nothing but an English degree and a bad attitude to guide me, I thought that now would be the perfect time to fully immerse myself in a world that is tedious as it is pointless. Because really,while I do like you guys, but given that there is only like three of you, this blog is about as worthwhile as anything else, which is to say not very. But hey, it’s more fun than school, and still probably worth my time than a real job. So yes, The goal, the hope, the aspiration is to do this as close to daily as I possibly can. You’ll get to here about my marriage, my web series, and my stupid opinions!
Cheers to that eh?
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oh goodness. with six days left at being at this very expensive hell whole, i can hardly contain my excitement. this week has been an epic of papers. to say that i had english classes now is an understatement, but regardless it is a fleeting one. school will end and break will begin and all will be good until..well until school starts again. but thats a different matter altogether. the point i make with this is not that misery is once again looming, but rather that everything is eventual. christ, i can very much remember the mindset that nothing could possibly exist outside of grade school, and while my interests have not changed very much since then, life has gone on just fine, and i entered into the next never ending phase of life: high school. again, needless to say but high school came and went and now im in college. what im learning is that life is very rarely going to be ideal, but what is coming next is not something that i want to coast through. i have grown so accostumed to wishing away time that to some degree it is all that i really know how to do. but as i said, what comes next can happen for as long as it wishes. as many people who read this blog know, i am getting married this summer. what comes next is life, and the last thing that i want is to realize that i wished it all away.
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ah, the bullshit that is continued education. im not sure how i feel about the late semsester break that is thanksgiving. actually i know exactly how i feel about it. i love it. its the return im not so fond of. the awkward to week gap between school and more break is a difficult one to tredge through, and within it we find ourselves drowned with research papers and tests on old material we never really understood the first time. but now i am guilty of using the general “we,” when in reality i mean the very specific “me”. there are no definites in life, and therefor i have no right to say “we”. while i hate school, you might love it. and while i cannot stand coming back to class after a week off to take some tests, that might be like comicon to you. or christmas. or i dont know…church if your religious, and boring. school is what you make it, and somewhere along the line i made mine shit. or, if you believe in greek mythology the fates did it. and quite frankly that shit better be real as fuck because i’ve had to read about a dozen books about it over the past year.
anyway, the message behind this post is a simple one; i am not entirely pleased with what these next couple of weeks entail, so with that in mind i have decided to put into place some end of the year goals to keep myself busy. so far i have made good to keep up with the blogging daily on this site, and needless to say i want to maintain that in the coming weeks, even if you dont want me to, but in addition to that i have made it my goal to get fifty more followers on my blog by the end of december. typically i can pick up about one new follower a day if i am writing regurally, so this is a little lofty for me, but fuck it, its manageable and its a whole lot more interesting than chaucer. now for youtube channel i have decided upon the much more attainable goal of reaching 200 subscribers by the end of the month. this is much more attainable, as i currently have 183. regardless though, i will still need help in getting there. so with that in mind, here is the link to my latest otto video. if you watch it and enjoy it, please subscribe, like and tell your friends about it. word of mouth is about the only way that i can afford to get my videos out there. http://youtu.be/F_rpnBcyoNk
finally, i also have a twitter goal for myself. on my account @DewmontPaul my goal to close out 2014 is to have 1000 followers. this is perhapst he loftiest of my goals, as i currently only have 550.
now keep in mind, im just as aware as you all are of how silly these goals are, and how little much they have to do with you all. regardless the do constitute a personal resolution of sorts, and i have decided to share them with you all in the hopes that you might help me attain them. but only do so if you enjoy my work. like my blog? give it a follow and maybe reccomend it to a friend. think my videos are funny? like, subscribe, and you know…tell a friend. want to hurt my feelings on the internet? follow me on twitter and tweet whatever the hell you want at me. i believe that in this month i can get to where i want to be, but to do so i need your help. as incentives i will be giving out random shoutouts via the blog, twitter, and my youtube channel to people that help me get reach my goals. i will do this weekly. and thats all that i have for right now.
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