Monthly Archives: August 2008

If You’re Old Enough to Fight a War, are You Old Enough to Drink Booze?

So at my former boss’ and friend’s blog, he does this meme thing called the Four for Friday. It is the thing I look forward to the most, second only to the fact that Friday also means the weekend is upon us.

Anyway, question #3 from last Friday asked what we thought of lowering the drinking age to 18. Respondents seemed split down the middle about whether they were okay with it or not. Here’s a summary of my answer:

I don’t think it matters much what the drinking age is. An 18 year old irresponsible punk is likely to “grow up” to be a 21 year old irresponsible punk. Unless we can show that statistics for drunk-driving accidents and deaths went down post 1984, then I don’t see any reason not to lower the drinking age… except to say all those 21 year olds in nudie bars are gonna have to start putting up with a bunch of high school students joining them.

Anyway, a popular argument for lowering the drinking age is, “If they’re old enough to fight a war…”

I just wanted to publicly state, right here on my incredibly popular blog that strongly influences many of the world’s most powerful people (pay attention Free Mason lodge leaders… I’m talking about you! Oh yeah, and you too Pres. Bush!), I think the “old enough to fight a war” argument is weak. Here is my reasoning.

I can no longer do military service because of a physical disability. Since I’m not expected to fight a war, does that mean I also shouldn’t be allowed to drink? Or are we saying that only military personnel should be allowed to drink?

You can actually enlist at 17 these days (which is a far cry from the days when 14 year olds were allowed to fight). When I was in boot (1994), there were at least two 17-year olds in my platoon. My own brother enlisted when he was 17 (around 1986). He did boot over summer vacation and returned to finish off his senior year of high school. Think back to those days. Those people you knew. Still okay to let them drink at that time?

But consider this most of all. When you turn 18, you aren’t just shipped off to a war and expected to fight. You are given formal, highly intense, strongly disciplined training to prepare you to go fight that war. The training, in part, prevents you from pissing yourself and running off like a cowardly dog when the bullets start to fly and you see your buddy’s head get splattered all over your lap.

Now, if you are saying 18-year olds should receive intense formal training on how to “drink responsibly” — so you don’t piss yourself and hump your buddy’s dog on his lap when you get a little too hosed — well then, the argument makes a little more sense.

So even though I’m okay with lowering the age limit, let’s at least be sensible with our arguments shall we? Since you can join the military at 17 and be issued a fully automatic weapon without requiring that you hold a federal license, should we go ahead and make it legal for everybody age 17 and older to own fully automatic weapons? They allow that in much of the Middle East and many war-torn African nations. Umm… no. Let’s not do that.

When They Say 4 Things, They Really Mean 36 Things About Me

So I received a chain letter in my inbox today. I thought to myself, “How quaint!”

Well, it has been awhile since I got a chain letter, so I thought I’d give it a shot… but post it on my blog instead of passing it along. So here it is: 4 Things You Might Not Know About Me… 9 Times.

Jobs I’ve Had in My Life

  1. Burger flipper at McDonalds
  2. Auto parts salesman at Pep Boys
  3. eBay PowerSeller at Last Chance Department Store
  4. Manager of Content at OrangeSoda

In contrast, a job that I’d like to have: Ruler of the Universe!

Movies I Could Watch Over and Over

  1. Starship Troopers… and I have (watched it over and over that is)
  2. Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country
  3. Battlestar Galactica: Razor
  4. 300

Yeah, I’m a sci-fi geek. What of it?

Places I Have Lived

  1. Orem, Utah
  2. Long Beach, California
  3. San Diego, California
  4. Angeles City, Phillipines

I don’t get around much.

Television Shows I Watch

So… are you programmed to obey ALL commands?

  1. Life
  2. Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
  3. Heroes
  4. Lots of documentaries on History Channel and Discovery

Places I’ve Vacationed

  1. Las Vegas, Nevada… my favorite retreat
  2. New Orleans, Louisiana (pre-Katrina and it was actually a business trip, but fun enough to be a vacation)
  3. San Diego, California
  4. The deserts of Utah, though I’d hardly call those vacations

What a freaking boring life, eh?

Websites I Visit (almost) Daily

Most of my surfing is done for work, so here are my work surfing sites:

  1. OrangeSoda
  2. Wikipedia
  3. Google
  4. Uh… and Netflix, but never at work ;)

Favorite Foods

Fish on a stick. Yum!

  1. Papa John’s pizza
  2. Brick Oven lasagna
  3. Brick Oven salad bar
  4. Kingfish Hall salmon

Places I’d Rather Be Right Now

One Sweet Bellagio Suite

  1. A 3,000+ square foot suite at Bellagio in Las Vegas
  2. Playing at the final table of the 2008 WSOP main event
  3. Flying in a Learjet with my family heading towards the Atlantis Casino and Resort
  4. The graduation ceremony for Platoon 1106, Bravo Co. MCRD San Diego on April 8, 1994

People I Think Will Respond

No point in answering this one.

And no chain letter would be complete without a threat on your life for not perpetuating the chain letter or false promises of riches and grandeur if you pass it along.

But you know how I feel about chain letters, so whatever. If you choose to do this, give yourself a pat on the back. If not, then slap yourself in the face and we’ll call it good.