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Saturday, November 22, 2003
Crucifixion. Hah. That's just numbing.
For history, for no reason at all, we have to make propaganda posters for World War I. Why I don't know. It has basically nothing to do with the point of the class--which is learning about somewhat modern history to modern history, and seeing its beauty.
But, eheu, I was forced to make one.
I didn't even know what I was going to do when I started making it. It kind of just came instantenously, as all good things seem to come for me.
I began sketching in the word "Crucify," followed by "The," followed by "Germans." This ended up making a the momental phrase, "Crucify the Germans." And the tasty irony was on my lips.
I decided to make a cross, sketched that out. It looked like crap since I cannot draw, but it is easily instated that it is, by george and all things hallowed, a cross.
I sketched in a cartoony looking dude, whom was, if you looked close enough, so German that he looked just like any other person in America or the world, for that matter.
I went upstairs with it, showing my parts. My Dad tells me it's inappropriate and I just laugh, for I find it how funny it is my parents are brainwashed into the iron lung that is, and shall hereafter always be, religion.
My Mom went to tell my Dad that there's a thing such as freedom of speech, and I aquiesced to this oblige, encumbering my Dad with this one point that shall never be overlooked. And that is that I can write anything I want and no one can stop me. Well, that is, unless the government passes something as anally fecal as the Sedition Act again.
When I got to coloring in my cross and my dude drawn upon it, I decided rather just to color the cross in American flag colors. It would symbolize how most of America is Christian, and how American is somewhat tainted in Christianity. I laughed a sneer as I made it, seeing my wonderful genius at its work.
Upon its completion, I smiled. But this was soon ruined by the caustic realization that my poster looked like crap, and that the cross didn't even look like it was painted in American flag colors. And through this I still smiled, because I didn't care. The assignment was stupid, and I had had my fun with it, and it was over.
It's too bad I can't draw. It is also too bad that teachers assign such inane projects which are useless to what you are trying to learn. But at least I have it done.
And at least I have completed another work in the plastic surgic removery of religion's ribs from society.
And for this, it is a glorious day. And for this reason, the project was fun.
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