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I haven’t been saying much in politics lately. If you glance at the Pumpkins posts, this makes sense; I generally only allow myself to post while at work, and I’ve spent all my posting time on Batman and on my confessional soul.

More auto writing stuff.

Over the next year, Big Things continued happening with regularity.

The most conspicuous Big Thing was getting my drivers licence. Now I could access Flint Youth Theatre and any of my Flint friends in under a half-hour, whenever I got to use the car.

From here on in, it will be Urbantasm.

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Continued from here.

So the first spin through, I asserted that I can legitimately dissent faithfully based upon a clear understanding of conscience as defined in the Catechism.

On the second spin through I examined up close the Catechism’s definition, and came to the conclusion that we have the right to exercise conscience, the responsibility to exercise conscience, and the responsibility to educate our conscience, that is, to develop it towards rigorous and objective standards.

Continued from here. This part is the autobiographical bit. So if you don’t want to listen to me talk about growing up, skip this, because there’s nothing more to see here.

I’m going to mainly talk about Smashing Pumpkins in 10th and 11th grade, but I have to go back a little further.

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Warning. Spoilers ahead.

At a glance, everyone loves Batman Begins. A quick perusal of about thirty reviews showed that nobody gave it less than a 3.8 out of 5, and Roger Ebert gives a full 5. Not bad.

Billy Corgan and the Smashing Pumpkins.

As with My-So Called Life, the context is important, so before I get into my recent reimmersion in the closest thing I’ve ever had to a celebrity idol, I should explain, once again, the context.