Month: October 2015

Hazlitt Essay (Half-Term HWK)

Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems the time for another essay has reared it’s head, for then it to run from me. But before I get any more sidetracked with the current proceedings, this essay’s existence as well as my attention here is to answer one question: Do I agree if “On the Pleasure of Hating” is a text meant to be taken seriously. Enough with the formalities, let’s begin.

 

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Violence in Video Games

Video Games. Like the 1920s Cinema before them; There is no doubt in our minds that it is one of the most influential forces acting upon our minds, back from their early origins with Donkey Kong and Pac-Man, to some of the more mainstream titles of today such as The Last of Us and the Call of Duty Franchise, they’ve kept their pace despite their slowly withering industry. But really I’m not here to make idle chat bout the toxicosis that CoD is providing with it’s “innovation”, or EA’s ridiculous marketing but hatefully successful marketing plan, I’m here to talk about video games. Specifically, when is a video game a video game, and when does a video game become serious?

First of all, violent video games are a no-no for me. Sure, might as well call me a hypocrite for playing, and genuinely enjoying Hotline Miami, one of the most violent games out there, but I digress. The younger audiences of today are more easy to influence than ever, just look at how CoD and Fifa do it; It comes to the party every year, keeps the same sh*t but wears a different hat, and it’s that formula that’s so important: It’s the same thing that people want, and they think it’s good, and that’s why they want it. They’re super intent for the latest game from Call of Duty: Advanced Innovation 3 that they practically become so in love with it you could probably find Objectum Sexual in their dictionary of mental issues. Oh sure, look at me bullying EA, the gods of the crappiest, down right insulting games out there, “Where’s your proof huh?” “You keep calling CoD a rubbish game, but where’s your proof?” Okay audience, fine. You want some proof? Here’s some proof. But for those too lazy to click the link, or can’t because they’re dying in their chair after having a massive aneurysm burst after having their Dopamine levels detonate over some kind of Chestburter zombie, here’s the idea for that link I gave you the opportunity to click.

I heard this story’s existence about a year ago, back in 2014 while perusing YouTube of all things. I came across a video called “Boy kills his mother over CoD”. Back then, my burning passion for the Call of Duty franchise was greater than ever, so with something to pin CoD on, I eagerly click the video and began to view It’s contents. This story begins on a friday, with a boy called Noah. Noah was an avid Call of Duty fan, so much to a point that It was the only thing he did once arriving home from school. On that Friday, his school grades came through. His mother was thoroughly displeased, and in response to this failure of grades, she took away Noah’s copy of Call of Duty Black Ops 2. However, unbeknownst to the mother, that was all it took for Noah to snap. A week before was Noah’s birthday, and his mother had bought him a .22 Cal hunting rifle, and It was this mistake that had killed her. Noah, in a bloody blind rage, took his .22 Cal rifle, and shot his mother 22 times, and then sexually assaulted her dead body in the kitchen. Noah’s father, who was at a party with his Boss, received a text from his son. This message read: “Dad this is Noah. I killed Mom accidentally, I egret it. Come home now please.” Upon receiving this message, Noah’s father replied: “OK. Just throw her in the grove. We’ll take care of her later.” Once Noah’s father arrived home, they did exactly as they said they would. They both took Noah’s mother’s body, and rudimentary buried it in their grove. 2 weeks later, a foul stench of flesh roamed across their neighbourhood, and the police were soon to pick up on it. In a short time, they found the body, and arrested Noah and his father for murder.

This is a DISGUSTING waste of human life, and frankly I’m not one to joke about it as such. But audience, if this isn’t proof, that violent videos are truly as they say: Violent, then why do we enjoy them? Should we have them? Or further on that matter, when does a game, become something serious? The answer is simple dear audience. A video game becomes serious, when it becomes ADDICTIVE. And when a video game becomes addictive, it becomes a ADDICTION. and when it becomes an addiction, it becomes a DANGER. And when it becomes a danger, it becomes a PROBLEM.

But you don’t have to listen to what a Hotline Miami hypocrite says, I implore you; do more research, look into the matter further: and deliver your own verdict. As worthless as it maybe be, how vague your answers are, a opinion is a opinion, and my opinion still matters.

How about yours?


 

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Walkie Talkie Tower Debate (HWK3)

“There are two terrible differences between architecture and other art forms – permanence and prominence.” Well, there’s actually another 2 differences between art and architecture: Things you understand, and things you don’t understand. And In terms of the Walkie Talkie building, I only have one thing in my mind: I wonder how THIS got called The Walkie Talkie building? Lets be honest here everyone, when we think of a walkie talkie, we think of Something like this. But when It comes to THIS, I have to wonder If people should have gone to spec-savers. Sure, modern art(itecture) is weird and stupid to non-patrons to such a form, but really that’s all that exemplifies what this…trash can looking building is. Actually, that’s probably a better name for it. “Trash Can Building”. Asides from names, lets have a look at this building’s structure. First of all, what way Is this eye-catching? Most of our income comes from tourism, who wants to see the giant glass trash can in the middle of the city? Unless your some creepy garbage enthusiast, you are probably better looking at a actual trash can rather than waste the energy to orient your head in the general direction in which this thing is located. Secondly, please tell me the architecture of this building can actually tell the difference of the geometry of what a Walkie Talkie looks like, and what a trash can you’d see down South Bank looks like. Finally, what about that stature? Well, good job on construction guys, if someone takes out a few front support columns, fantastic! The whole building is going come crashing down on all the poor sods and things that probably will have more investment usage and properties, rather than the worlds biggest trash can in the middle of some residential area for old folk, then well played London construction firms. Well done. Asides from all that, any takers as to why this would have concern and usage? Just one guy called Peter? Not even the architect? Absolute wow. Not even the guy who wanted it made is happy with just how massively everyone screwed up. I can just imagine the conversation between them.

“Okay guys, seriously? I wanted it to be straight UP, not slanting to the side over a bunch of other buildings!”

“But boss, It looks like a Walkie Talkie that way! You know, they’re kinda slanted to the side like someone using the less dominant hand to make one?”

“So you obviously don’t care about people dying. Do you?”

“…Eh, well…Not exactly.”

F*cking unbelievable Rafael. Why did you even come up with this half baked idea while smoking the fattest joint Columbia could make? Oh of course, It WAS a half baked idea. Literally. Hope you enjoyed that joint you cracker.


If you wanted the source, here you go.

Opinion Piece (HWK 2)

Just to start this off, sorry Price. Couldn’t get this one Into a PDF document, and didn’t have access to a photocopier In the time frame getting around to this.

So I will just have to put up a link to the Opinion Piece In mind. Hopefully this will be acceptable to some extent (Or at least I hope so)

So then, without further ado, From tax credits to human rights, David Cameron’s answer is: ‘Whatever’ by Andrew Mar of The Telegraph.