Friday, 11 December 2015

The Hiccupspiracy

(Here's the second sketch that didn't go through. Which is some bull because I think this would have been entertaining to see!)
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(Open with a door and a room that is filled with Post-Its, corkboards, tacks, string and anything else conspiracy theorist looking. Gary goes to knock on the door, which Ekup answers)

Gary: Are you E*hiccup*kup?

Ekup: It’s pronounced Eh-*hic*-kap. But yes, I am the one you seek. You *hic* must be Gary. Come in.

Gary: I gotta be honest with you, I wasn’t *hiccup* expecting to end up here. I thought I’d be at a *hiccup* doctor’s office.

Ekup: Trust *hic* me. You’re safer here.

Gary: (looks confused but then dismisses the comment) So…can you *hiccup* help me?

Ekup: I don’t know…*hic* …are you willing to learn…*hic* (extra-dramatically)…the awful truth?

Gary: (curious) What do you mean? All I have are *hiccup*s that won’t go away.

Ekup: Yes, I thought too that the *hiccup*s were just nothing to worry about. A minor incon-*hic*…incon-*hic*…inconveni-*hic*…annoying. That they were nothing to be afraid of. After all, they come *hic* and go, right?

Gary: Well these don’t.

Ekup: I assume that you’ve tried all the *hic* tricks. But they don’t really kill the *hiccup*s. They just make them dormant.

Gary: What do you mean, *hiccup* dormant?

Ekup: (Pointing to the wall) You see, the *hiccup*s never leave. They just rest. But when they *hic* return, they become more powerful than ever. Have you ever wondered how no one *hic* really knows why we even get the *hiccup*s? How no one has found the answer to that questions after all *hic* these centuries of medical advances?

Gary: Come to *hiccup* think of it…I don’t know why I get these *hiccup*s…

Ekup: Exactly! That’s because of the *hiccup*-spiracy!

Gary: (shocked) The *hiccup*-spiracy?

Ekup: (going to a book or the board to illustrate the conspiracy) For centuries, many *hic* brave souls have been trying to *hic* get to the bottom of why we have these dreaded *hiccup*s. They managed to gather infor-*hic*-mation about an elite shadow organi-*hic*-zation that is destined to keep us in line. To make us obey the government blindly, *hic* to force us to take vaccines that are slowly killing us, *hic* and to continue giving Micheal Bay money to make his movies!

Gary: (gasps and hiccups at the same time, you figure that one out) My god! So my roommate who does nothing but eat mushrooms and listen to Alex Jones *hiccup* is right!

Ekup: Ex-*hic*-actly! In fact, that’s the only way these *hic* people (pointing or pulling out images of people who have uncovered the Hiccupspiracy) have found it out. But they have been caught, killed or reprogrammed in the name of the *hiccup*-spiracy. But why are you in my midsts? You seem like the average *hic* sheeple. Tell me your dissenting thoughs, comrade.

Gary: Well I haven’t been liking Pixar movies late-*hiccup*-ly.

Ekup: (writing notes) M-*hic*-hm…

Gary: I really can’t stand *hiccup* Drake’s music at all…

Ekup: (continues to write down notes) Yes…

Gary: And I just can’t bring myself to watch *hiccup* Breaking Bad. So overrated...

Ekup: (drops notepad and pencil dramatically) My god! The *hiccup*-spirators will surely give *hic* you the ultimate penalty for this!

Gary: What *hiccup* about you?

Ekup: I *hic* dare not say it aloud…but I con-*hic*-fide in you. (whispers the secret into Gary’s ear)

Gary: Holy sh-*hiccup*!

(loud noises are heard, mostly consisting of things being broken, a siren going off and military like people shouting to find Ekup, the Hiccupspiracy Soldier arrives at the door)

Hiccupspiracy Soldier: Ekup, we know you’re in there. You are in violation 593-D of the Hiccupinati’s Judicial Code For Society. There is nowhere for you to run so come quietly with your friend.

Ekup: Fuck *hic* you*!

Hiccupspiracy Soldier: You leave us no choice. (Presses a button and begins to bust the door down)

Ekup: (grows weaker with each hiccup) *hic* God-*hic*-damn it! The *hic* mega-*hiccup*s! Run *hic* Gary! Spread *hic* the *hic* word! They *hic* can’t *hic* silence *hic* us *hic* all. Qu-*hic*-ick-*hic*-ly, save *hic* your-*hic*-self. (points to the exit with last bit of energy, dies)


(The Hiccupspiracy Soldier busts down the door and sees Gary. Gary rushes towards the exit, doing little jumps/stops/jolts as his hiccups continue to escalate as the Hiccupspiracy Soldier chases after him)

Thursday, 10 December 2015

A Selection Of Ponderings Of An Arbitrary Protrusion

And now, here are but a mere handful of random thoughts on the world that I feel are fit more for a blog post than something I'd write on Twitter (@GameJudgeTPS) or Tumblr (thedeskofdrychris.tumblr.com):

1. While communist groups around my university tend to don the typical symbols, terminology and idols that the ideology is intertwined with, they are much more international and span broader matters than their counterparts. Despite this, I can speak for everyone that no matter where you are, university communist groups give plenty of opportunities for one to roll their eyes and are as equal of a nuisance as the Christians that stand right next to them.

2. Emphasizing my roots has left me in a constant state of mixed feelings. On the one hand, I feel that letting others see me as a Venezuelan can allow for me to see a different perspective outside of one that comes from saying that I'm part American. On the other hand, it does suck that usually that means they're going to talk about Chavez and say something positive about him. I'm not even going to go into the internal identity struggle I have. Either way, I don't think anyone really cares, but it's something that satisfies me so fuck it.

3. Anyone who sells you dice from a jar for more than a dollar is a miserable wormfucker. They grab piles of dirt and sift through it to find fat, juicy larvae that they then have sexual acts with. Unless that dice jar contains mini zocchihedron, specially designed Shapeways sets or larger dice, they are trying to take advantage of you. If it weren't for my obsession with dice, I would not give money to these gusano-loving fiends. But I do my damnest to dig in there and find the most striking ones so I get my money's worth.

4. It's striking to think that a handful of the words that we know basically came from someone deciding to designate letters to certain sounds and those sounds become words. I know it sounds like a more verbose way of pointing the general way that language came to be. In fact, I'm simplifying excessively, taking away the whole concept of etymology and how naming new concepts or objects has come about but I keep finding myself coming back to the somewhat random nature of how language and words are, especially considering that there is an aesthetically pleasing aspect to the irregularities that make most if not all languages illogical. At times, what produces an appealing image does make sense, but seldom is that the case. I feel it is from this general way that language is that there shouldn't be so serious when it comes to pronunciation or even in some cases writing words or creating new ones. Then again, if there is some logic, even if it doesn't translate to the whole language, it does become easier to grasp. Perhaps what I'm trying to get at here is who the fuck cares how you pronounce gif? God.

5. The modern pop scene and I tend to be on good terms lately. I tend not to care about it as I used to and it tends to be away from my sights. Though I still find myself wondering if what we have lately is that blase to not even pay attention to it anymore. It's perhaps immature to still have that dismissive mindset on pop music. Particularly with that whole attitude of trying to look better because you listen to "real" music. For one, the pop scene is not reflective of the whole music scene in the current age and it's not to say that there aren't modern tunes that I hate. Maybe not pop tunes but a few hits sneak in my iTunes library every now and then. I guess this passivity is more to the drama that surrounds that world. Sure, it's in the general realm of celebrities, but it gets really annoying with music stars. At least it's nice to know that my mind has seemed to clock out from the hategasm it had about yellow journalism a few years ago.

6. Is Newgrounds still a thing? I mean I know I can obviously Google the answer but it feels like something moot nowadays. Well maybe that's not the right way to put it...Newgrounds isn't like MySpace where it's now seen as a more laughable and outdated product that has been taken over by far better services. Well okay, maybe it could be if you want to argue about it but that's not what I'm trying to say. No, Newgrounds is more like disco in my eyes. Something that is so quintessential to a time period and wonderful in its own right. Newgrounds is a tad more flawed than disco but I can't hold anything against them. They brought so much entertainment to my young self. And introduced me to porn. Lots of it.

7. I still can't fathom the fact that gift shops across the world have unique thimbles but no unique dice. What kind of world am I living in that thimble collectors can find custom-designed finger-buckets of exotic places but attempting to find a die that says Croatia on one of the sides isn't even possible in a gift shop? I'd say I have nothing against thimbles, but I do. The fuck is so interesting about a thimble? Why would you collect a bunch of them? They don't come in interesting shapes or racidal designs on them. They always look like those drab vases you see in museums. Fuck thimbles, man.

8. Do third parties even have a chance in North America? I mean I'm mostly referring to Canada and the US. I'm not entirely sure what the consensus is in terms of the cut-off of North and South. Most of the time when I see people mention North America, they mean Canada and the US. For the sake of this, I'll just say this: do third parties even have a chance in Canada or the US? I mean, sure, the NDP had the official opposition locked in recent years, but after this election, they went back to being in the third-party corner. I guess for a while I forgot that there must have been some people that voted for Harper. Still, it makes me wonder if the idea is just a fluke and the political status quo will be preserved. I mean it's more hopeful than in the US but even then I feel like maybe a third party emerging sometime soon isn't too insane. There's so much bubbling in America, such radical changes could come. Maybe. Though if they're for the better or not is a different story entirely.

9. When would you ever need a 24-sided die? Who decides what sort of odd-numbered sided dice get created and don't? I'd like to think it's some grand dice wizard who has all the say in whether or not a certain die gets made or not. And then it's up to someone else, some random chosen one to be selected to give that die a purpose. That person's probably picked by the roll of that very same die. I have yet to be given that call from the grand dice wizard but eventually I'd hope that I could get that magical letter that designates me as the creator of the first game that uses a 37-sided die. Hell, if that doesn't happen, I'll make my own games with the odd-sided dice. I'll make my own games with all the weird dice I have. I don't need to research and find out their true purpose. I'll give them my own purpose! Fuck the grand dice wizard! Take dice away from the title and it's nothing but racist. I won't be controlled by the racists. Yeah!

10. As a man, there must be a variety of things that I will never understand fully, not merely from a matter of intellect but simply because of the boundaries that my body possesses. And I don't even mean that in a large cosmic sense. I mean it in stupid things, like what goes into the life of a bee, how large is the world to an ant and what is truly lesbian sex. I mean sex in general has sort of been warped with the influx of pornography and the amount of fetishes people have come across but gay sex comes across as even more distorted. Man on man is always kind of treated as this quirky or absurd thing. Like there's the standard image of leather-bound butch boys spanking asses imprinted in every mind. And if you thought that straight porn could be silly, gay male porn goes beyond the limits that unrealistic sex videos could even fathom. But even with all the quotable and hilarious nature of it, at least as a man I understand some of it to a certain extent. I know there's something grounded in reality despite the stupid lines, it does fulfill a proper intent.

With lesbian sex, as much as I could be aroused by its representations, it'd be hard for me to think that it is authentic. I will never really understand how that ordeal is and the emotions that go through it truly are, much in the same way that being cis, I will never know how it feels to be uncomfortable with your gender representation. Lesbian sex is seen as something so titillating to men, and a great handful of representations of it, especially pornographic ones, are adhering to that sexual deviant fantasy that men create about two girls getting it on with one another. Even the more soft, romantic-like interpretation still comes off as something that would be typed over a really sweaty keyboard by some stereotypical-looking nerdy dude. It's crazy to think that it would hard for me to know what the true feminine perspective of that would be when it's literally just two women together. And sure, I could try to learn more about it in a more academic approach, but in the end I will never truly understand how that ordeal should be. I don't know how to feel about that in general because it doesn't necessarily do much for me to know that. It would just basically mean that if I write a lesbian sex scene, it won't be real and serve to be distasteful. And that I'm probably really horny while writing a story.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Burdened With Self-Reflection

The first term of my second year in university has fluctuated quite a lot. The start was so promising, with my father believing things were going to be better, and so did I. I felt more able to handle the academic, the social and the personal together. Then, I found myself more submerged in work, panicky and exhausted. The only other things that took up more of my time were extra-curricular and any time that I was left alone was more to unwind than to be productive on a personal matter. It left my collection of books, movies and notes gathering more dust. Soon afterwards, I had hit some of the worst marks ever in my academic career which left the end of the term with no other option than to grin and bear with the work, occasionally try to do something to unwind and continue to leave the social that I thought would be improved to wither away even further. Though it's not like anyone said university would be easy.

On the one hand, I blame the university and the academic system. I've never been too fond of these structures. In middle and high school, I hated the superficiality and pettiness of others and the lack of true enthusiasm or relevance the material gave me. It wasn't like I was a slacker, I would get good grades. But usually I had to make it interesting for myself. Only a few teachers really provided the proper relationship, but it's unfortunately that one of them was actually for a material that would be of more importance in university. Now, the social aspect is more open and free-for-all, meaning that any social failures are more on me than on the system. Sure there's people I don't like or I don't fit in with like in the past, but there's more students and more places to go that I can escape it. As for the academic portion, there would still be those subjects that seem so irrelevant and professors that carried no proper connection, but the onus is more on me to connect the dots and the classes are far too large for that effect to take hold on everyone. University's harsh, and seems to focus less on having the students apply and learn properly so much as be stressed through the tests. It's a system that punishes you if you fall back even by a bit. Since I'm not a super-genius though, I feel like I'm in no position to say anything though. Despite my efforts, I made fuckups. I wasn't going through the ideal regiment and still suffering so my comments have no weight. Others have been able to do well in these courses and they may have had it worse than me. So no matter what, it's on me.

In the end, it serves a purpose. It leads me to a degree that then can lead to a job if I can show I've got experience too by working in the summer. At least in the coming years I can have experiences and a better hold of the system that will make the experience more pleasant. I may still not view the system itself as great, but there's very little alternatives I have and I don't have the power to change it for the better. Grumble all I want, I still can get something out of it.

It is the positivity of that last sentence that will keep me going forward in the coming years. And it is these thoughts that have made me continue my journey onwards. But it's reflecting on those thoughts that lets the spectre of depression come back once again to leave me in a tiresome routine that will never leave. It leaves me inside my mind and enduring self-reflection over and over. It's not that I hate looking inward. It's just that I've done it so much. Especially when I get in lower moments. Which also seems to happen a lot. Were it not for the state of mind that I tend to self-reflect in, I would feel better about all of the times I do it. And if that reflection could actually translate into my work more often, then it would serve some purpose. Hence why I write this. But this piece can only tackle a part of the whole pile.

What I find though is that I only seem to enjoy my company when I am distracted. If I am working on something or indulging in the wonders of the Internet or enjoying one of my books or movies, the fact that I am alone in that instance is but a minor detail. Leave anything further and I find that there is no force out there that wishes for my undoing more than my own self. It knows every flaw I have and will remind me of it constantly. It's possible for anyone to have themself be their own greatest enemy because of that, but those who don't tend to be people with more successful lives, better surroundings or higher levels of narcissism. Even then, they can still feel the nasty sting of self-destructive thoughts. Where all thoughts are aimed at placing blame on you for the errors in your life and comparing yourself to others to make your weaknesses all the more apparent. It is a cacophony of self-deprecation that makes any reminder of an achievement a laughingstock. It traps yourself in a sense of pointlessness that lets you loom over the rest of your life on auto-pilot, as if all that can be heard in your mind is "life sucks and then you die".

Amidst the period where I had found myself working more than doing anything else, I found that whenever I did anything else, it didn't so much leave me relaxed as just seem as a way to keep myself from exploding from the pressure that came from the workload. Sometimes it was because I had done too much, and at times I tried to manage both the work and the non-work simultaneously to keep me level. It worked, but my state of being didn't really have any significant changes. It only got worse when I started to fail midterms and my mind couldn't help but start bringing up how so many others did better than me and that there are people that have accomplished so much more at my age than I have. My mind expected so much more from the promise that the first year had offered, becoming the third parent that was much more disappointed with me than probably my real ones. The daily sights of friends hanging out or couples kissing only made the nagging grow louder. It made me wonder if I am fit to interact with others, if I am able to create these bonds. So much of who I am comes back to being alone that it seems as much of a part of my character as being Venezuelan did. Even then, I could argue that I am more alone than Venezuelan. My self-reflections so rarely tend to be in Spanish.

There are efforts I make to not be alone. I attend parties when I can, I did get involved in a sketch comedy group, and I speak to people online. I'm not as socially inept as I think I am either. I do show normal, social behavior. Nonetheless, I am divorced from the interactions. They feel empty. Is it because it doesn't satisfy something further within me? Is it because I don't feel truly a part of the interaction? Is it because I am down already? No matter what I come up with, it doesn't change that how I stand with others is perplexing. It's as if I look at others in any direction but at them. Either I'm inconsequential or others are. I feel as though conversations with others tries to break that self-reflective malaise that keeps me from enjoying the moment. And yet that self-reflective malaise dominates and poisons the experiences. As if I'm too wrapped up in my own world to be with others. I recognize all the times that I'm the asshole and I see why people wouldn't want to be near me. Hell, I don't like being near myself most of the times. So I can see why there is that distance. I can continue with the efforts but ultimately it seems that a part of me wishes more to not make those efforts and be more comfortable with myself. I think it's because I want to be more self-confident and that in turn is more appealing but that spectre seems to take this idea more as self-reliance. That I need no others but myself. But that's simply not true. If anything, what that spectre wants is to put me on a fatalistic path of loneliness.

Each thought piles on more and more and I keep myself stuck with these thoughts because I'm stuck more with myself. And rather than being hospitable, my mind decides to berate me. I have no pleasure of being able to run away from my mind because that would lead to something truly awful. And I can't submit myself to that act, no matter how much it feels as though it might as well come down to it. I have to let that positivity take its hold to make the load lighter, to make myself better in the eyes of my mind. Or at least have my mind to be less of a cruel dick. Still, this is a cycle that continues but takes new forms each time I decide to talk about it. I have no doubt the future will lead me to have to deal with this spectre and this process of self-reflection, and while I do believe that the latter could produce something if I allow it to, it is the former that worries me. It is the past faults that feed it and the lack of progress in other fields that keep it strong. There's other things that can keep it alive but they're beyond my control, hence why I just focus on those. I just keep hoping that this burden can be of some use in some way rather than cause my collapse. But it would be a lot better if I could just not have to deal with it.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Let's Have Space Wars Instead Of Star Wars

(And now, anpther article I wrote for my newspaper this semester)

It seems that the 21st century has some obsession about wanting to relive the wonders of the previous decades, ranging from the geezers who want the 50s to save us from the immigration invasion to those millennial pricks that can’t stop talking about the 90s. Personally, I think we’re trying our hardest to get back to the 70s, thanks mostly in part to the glorious win of ladies man and professional party stair-faller, Justin Trudeau. But there’s more than that, it’s our obsession with weed, the younger generation feeling aimless and yearning to express themselves creatively, grassroots protests against the establishment and racism, and Scooby Doo still being a thing. Most notably though, it’s our obsession with space and with Star Wars that gives our desperation to be in the 70s again away. That and a good economy.

Back in those days, people still were in awe that we managed to get a man on the moon and respected the name of George Lucas. NASA had a budget that they couldn’t count with just their fingers and Alec Guinness’s career slowly diluted to only one role. Those commie bastards hung their heads in shame as their multiple achievements beforehand would amount to nothing compared to Neil Armstrong and Darth Vader. It was a wonderful time for space exploration and for sci-fi. Along the way though, the battle for the cosmos had dwindled and the hardcore nature of the fandom grew, to the point that space exploration was left once again to being a fiction and a fiction obtained the wealth needed for space exploration.

Now we come back again to this bubbling of the two, with Mars being our new target for conquering and a seventh installment occurring to the series. While both seem interesting and one is more obviously awesome than the other, I still can’t help but grumble at the thought of another Star Wars coming to fruition. Never mind the prequels, I’m not saying that because I fear for the quality of the film. But rather say, haven’t we had enough Star Wars? There’s an excess of detail given to the franchise’s universe, so many materials used up to create the merchandise and so much money that has sucked into the pockets of millionaires that to continue feeding this bloated beast seems like a fool’s errand. It will never be full and it will never produce anything beyond thrills.

Much of what made Star Wars so exciting was the possibility that we could perhaps live that fantasy to some extent at some point near in the future. If the man could get on the Moon, man could surely go farther? And perhaps man could have done that, or woman, or person or dog even…if we had given more money to this endeavour. Alas, the excitement dwindled because our hopes for a more radically altered future were dwindling and the grand changes that we did get were not as exciting as we had hoped. More importantly, the space war had ended.

It was the Cold War between the United States and the Soviets that motivated the thrust forward to journey the final frontier. The Soviets were throwing Sputnik, Laika, Yuri Gagarin and Valentina Tereshkova at those decadent Americans in the 60s and a year before they got into the groovy 70s, the US hit back with Apollo 11. There, a victory was sealed, but then nothing came of it. It was only a moment of gloating that then faded away. Perhaps, if another challenge was set, we would have already seen some progress in Mars. It did not, and so we are here.

Some may tell you that the greatest motivation to terraform Mars would be due to how we fucked the world up with global warming, but lord knows that’s not going to motivate the politicians to get there any faster. Shit, it doesn’t even help us not get fucked from the flooding. I say that we make it a global contest to advance the limits of space travel. More countries are developed and tinkering with astrophysical technology, it wouldn’t seem too far-fetched to pitch it. If anything, it makes it more interesting, as we can shine the spotlight on China and India’s efforts to the intergalactic battle. The US and Russia are still bitter rivals so they might as well duke it out in the International Space Station to kickstart the Cold War Part II. And hey, we Canadians got the Canadarm and Chris Hadfield for us. We can get in on this too! Fuck leaving it to the private sector and eccentric multimillionaires, we got to make this a nationalistic cockfight if we want to live to see the day we can travel lightyears away.

Of course, the only way we can make any progress at all is if we divert any of our money to the latest installment. I know so many people will call for my head as I say this, and no doubt I’m aware of how tough a decision this will be. But do you want to live the rest of your life knowing that if you didn’t push the potential of nations who want to measure their greatness by how far they’ve advanced with space technology that you could never live to have hiked up Olympus Mons or seen the sunset on an ice rock on Saturn’s ring? We always bemoan that we were born after we could explore the Earth but damn it, we might not be born before we could explore the cosmos. We can explore these galaxies if we just made it a more heated competition, if we financed those institutions that could lead us there, not by indulging in a fantasy. Because even if the next Star Wars is the greatest thing ever imaginable, it still will never be any better than watching it on a plasma screen in a condo on Mars.


Monday, 7 December 2015

Popping Pills Portably (Dr. Mario Miracle Cure Review)


Back in the days when I had a Nintendo 64, there was a handful of games that I used to play a lot. One of them was Dr. Mario 64, which I vividly remember for having a Paper Mario look to it. It was a very odd game as the main content focused on a story where you try to get megavitamins back from a scientist dude as Wario helps you out on your journey. You fight such unique and remarkable enemies like...a spider...a caterpillar...and a jellyfish. Needless to say, it wasn't all that exciting. But to be fair, it's not like anyone plays a puzzle game for a story. Especially if it's like Dr. Mario. I was more interested in eradicating those primary-colored viruses with their matching pills to move from stage to stage. The challenge was what really brought me to Dr. Mario 64, and it was a great bonding tool as I used to play with my mother in Versus mode to see who would eliminate all of the viruses first or who would trip up first. It was a fun experience for all, but sadly I had to give away my Nintendo 64 away along with all of those games. I don't necessarily regret doing so, but it certainly left me with no way to delight in the act of killing microscopic creatures that didn't involve a nice herbal tea.

Only years later did I find myself coming across the latest installment in the series, Dr. Mario Miracle Cure for the 3DS. At that moment, the memories came flooding back and the money loosened itself from my wallet into the system. I couldn't recreate the same scenario I did when I was younger since my mother doesn't have her own 3DS, but I could at least come back to a familiar setting. Turning on the game, I was greeted by the theme music, and upon seeing the Italian plumber in his medical get-up next to an unusually large virus, I was brimming with joy. There he was, Dr. Mario. Returning to me once again outside of a fighting arena. And right next to him, his brother donned a similar apparel. At first I found it to be quite odd, as there was nothing that was indicating that Luigi would want to pursue a medical degree. But in all fairness, it wasn't like we saw Mario studying human biology on the side of his rescuing of the princess. Besides, two's company and three's a crowd, and lord knows we gotta send that oversized puffball of pestilence to hell.

For those of you unaware with Dr. Mario, the objective of the game is to destroy all the viruses in the vial by matching them up with their respective pill half. Pills drop down from the screen and you can move them left or right, rotate them or swap their colors. It takes three consecutive pill halves to eliminate a virus. If you get the wrong pill half on a pill half chain (which you will do, trust me), you can eliminate it by adding three more pill halves of the same color to it. As complicated as I make it sound, it really is no harder than Bejeweled. There were four options to choose from, the Miracle Cure Laboratory, the Custom Clinic, Online Battle and Local Match. I first went with the Miracle Cure Laboratory, perhaps expecting another story mode of sorts that was perhaps more engaging and had new characters that could stimulate some sort of response besides boredom. That was not really the case. Like a regular laboratory, it mostly consisted of tedious, repetitive tasks that required the utmost of precision. You could choose from the basic laboratory, the advanced laboratory or the training laboratory. In each one, there was a series of levels that mostly consisted of the viruses being arranged in unique ways and then you were left with the task of getting rid of all of them. Sometimes you'd be Dr. Mario, other times you'd be Dr. Luigi, sometimes you were alone, other times you were playing against your brother. It was more drab than a hospital wall.



For Dr. Mario, it's your standard game. You throw one pill at a time and you go about your process normally. Generally speaking, the Dr. Mario levels were reasonably challenging. There weren't too many points where I felt the game was being cheap with me, and it maintained the same flow as it always had. Dr. Luigi, on the other hand, is a rat fucker of a gameplay mode. The gimmick of their levels is that you get two pills at the same time, in the form of a L. Sounds cute, right? Well, wait until you actually play the levels, because you'll either have to restart a few times or keep stacking up pills until you get the right one to finish the level. The Dr. Luigi levels would be constructed in such a manner that it would be incredibly inconvenient for you to get rid of a virus without shitting on another one. You spend more time removing unnecessary pill halves than you do clearing the viruses. Not to mention that it leaves you with less opportunity to make a wrong move since one wrong L-pill can result in a game over right from the very start. It made me want to shove the Poltergeist 5000 inside of that lean, mean, green pill-pushing machine's input slot and turn it on to full blast.

Now it may seem that I'm complaining about a game being challenging. I certainly respect that a game has to offer some difficulty. The thing is that this format makes it less the fault of the player than it does the quick reaction time to an inconvenient shape. With Dr. Mario's gameplay, the single pill was fitting because it took up enough room on the screen for you to register what it was along with surroundings. You had ample time to make the necessary movements and color swaps before you moved on to the next. Dr. Luigi gives you a pill that is more uncomfortable to visualize in the space and does not configure as smoothly to the playing field.  It's even worse when playing against the CPU because it's running through an established algorithm at a considerable speed as you find yourself surprised by how your seemingly normal move caused more problems than it fixed. It's not impossible, mind you. Much as I complain about how much of a bastard Dr. Luigi's gameplay format is, it can be mastered. But it doesn't feel satisfying to do so since all it reminds you of is a poor man's Tetris. 



Perhaps another important thing to note is that the game has a powerup meter. That is to say as you eliminate viruses and accumulate points, a bar goes up, then allowing you to use the powerup as the next pill. You have a C pill which gets rid of all the pill halves that are of the same color, a V pill that removes all of the viruses of the same color, a horizontal/vertical/cross arrow pill that gets rid of anything that crosses its respective path and a bomb pill that blows up the area around it. For the C and V pills, you have to treat them as pill halves and either match them to a virus and two other pill halves or three pill halves. These were godsends in the Dr. Luigi stages as they opened up the area for more flexibility. These powerups would also be necessary for tedious levels. Sometimes the level would be constructed in a way that you would get no pill that could work to get rid of one virus on the screen. So you had to keep making combos until you finally filled up the bar to the right powerup and placed it in the right spot. The act itself would take minutes, but it would feel like hours as you keep anticipating the slight increase in the bar. Another issue is that by having the powerups, it both makes it less challenging for the player and highlights the poor level design of the stages.

After playing some online matches to get in a sunnier mood about this game (because I don't know anyone who has a 3DS and this game in real life), I decide to try the Custom Clinic. At first I was sort of expecting that you could create your own stages, but that wouldn't really have that much worth in the game. Instead, it just allows you to play the Dr. Mario and Dr. Luigi modes in the difficulty of your choice as well as giving you the ability to choose whether you want to play with power-ups or not and if you want to go solo or against the CPU. Now this is the kind of gameplay I want from my Dr. Mario game! None of this gimmicky shit. Although, now that we're on the subject, there is a third mode I've neglected to mention. That being the Virus Buster mode.

Virus Buster is the only touch screen based mode. It basically is the same as Dr. Mario but instead you move the pills with your stylus, rotate them by touching them and you can move pill halves as well. And it is boring. So boring. The pills move at a sluggish pace, and once you manage to get a match, it just feels like you solved a very simple jigsaw puzzle. It tries to be difficult by adding more pills for you to handle as you proceed, and while it did trip me up a few times, it was easy to get a handle of. It doesn't help that the music is so relaxed and soft that it feels like it's lulling me to sleep. I'm surprised I could stay awake through even the shortest and easiest of stages.

In the end, I feel like Dr. Mario Miracle Cure was a placebo of a game. It tried to offer me the same sort of fun and challenge that I had felt before, and for a while I sort of felt it. The familiar music with all it's peppiness did great to distract me and I had a ball playing the online matches, but then it just managed to confound me with its gimmicks. Some of them are fun, others are frustrating but they overall muddle the difficulty of the game itself. There was no need to Tetrify Dr. Mario with the lesser Dr. Luigi and Virus Blaster could have been a lot more exciting if it was sped up, tweaked around and didn't have a Xanax of a theme. Plus, I had to deal with the violent shift from insultingly easy to insultingly hard so much, I think it caused internal bleeding in my brain from trying to handle the changes. It certainly was a well made placebo, and it did make me feel glad I could fill the Dr. Mario experience again, but it's simply superficial. I can see myself coming back to it ever so often because of how convenient it is and because it manages to conserve the original format of the franchise it's a part of, but aside from that, I'm going to have to get my real fix somewhere else.


Sunday, 6 December 2015

The Lord (Or Lack Of One) Works In Mysterious Ways

They say that there are three things one should never talk about at a dinner party. Sex, religion and politics. Well if my blog was a dinner party, I think I very much violated the rule with my stance on Chavez and maybe with a few crude jokes. Religion, on the other hand, I've very much kept quiet on. Mainly because I kind of wanted to talk about it at a different time, on a different forum. It's funny though, because I tend to leave those thoughts on what I believe in terms of god and spirituality swishing in my head constantly. They keep awaiting a time to leak out, and yet I keep the floodgates closed. It does make me wonder why I keep it closed though. Is it because I think my views are too controversial? Perhaps if I was in some other part of the world, maybe, but I think that may give me a bit more incentive to open them up, simply to make a statement. Is it because I want to make a grander gesture out of what is on my mind than simply on a blog entry? If I had the fame and the time to put it to a more sophisticated and polished medium (like a book or a speech), I suppose it would reach a larger audience but it's not like I can't reiterate what I write currently to when I'm at that point. Maybe it's because I know how it comes off when people mention religion on the internet, but then again perhaps I need to have a little lack of restraint on this as those who live their lives preaching their beliefs on Facebook. As long as I'm not declaring any act of violence, this should be alright to talk about.

Religion and I have had a sort of bizarre on-again, off-again relationship that can best be described as platonic. At the very start I came from Venezuela, a mostly Christian nation. What I sort of characterized as Christian was in some respects casual to what I would later find out. It was in that sort of vein of being traditional and relaxed, you'd see imagery of the Virgin Mary and Jesus here and there and the occasional prayer and visit to the Church. I was baptized and had to go through Communion but other than that, it wasn't as if I had a community at the church or it was a common occurrence to be there. The practicing of Christianity had loosened up further when we moved to Canada, with the only times I recall being at church was because my high  school had this commitment to go to one for Christmas for some undiscernible reason. What has managed to persevere is the Thanksgiving prayer and the Christmas celebration, though they are more symbolic to the idea of family rather than symbolic of keeping with our religion.

Now while religion was the kid that I would sometimes be forced to have a playdate with, spirituality would be the hot mother that kept me coming back to the house of worship. While it may seem a bit callous to personify spirituality as such, I think it works. Spirituality can be caring, insightful and enticing, though it may be completely out of one's bounds to fully experience and understand it. To me, spirituality is a very awe-inspiring and wonderous aspect of religion. To imagine the mystical power and the grander, otherworldly schematic that our world is a part of in the tales that are in the holy book is a grand part of the glory of religion itself. It's with spirituality that matters like faith, hope and superstition take hold, where the larger questions and the inner journey of the self are explored. Religion is merely a vessel in which spirituality can take form. So, because of spirituality, I could grow to tolerate and even like Christianity. In some ways I'd have to admit that it has helped with shaping the moral bounds. So I could still very much be okay with hanging out with religion.

Eventually I start to explore more about religion and Christianity and when I start to flirt more with spirituality. I was more interested in what religion had done before and what it had inspired rather than it itself. I certainly found some more troubling matters, and it was hard for me to really make sense of why I should still be around it if it has done so much terrible things. Sure, religion was nice to me, but it does kind of expect some things from me that are kind of uncomfortable. And certainly the crowds that religion hangs around with are not necessarily ones I'd like to be with. But I know that religion, be it whatever it decides to call itself has been with some pleasant people too. Under Christianity, it has been kind to my family and to me. I certainly have no beef with the institution that others rightfully could.

Soon, a rift starts to open and the way I start to feel about religion and spirituality start to contradict with what I find out, with what I experience. At one point I outright reject the two and consider myself an atheist. After all, I cannot really say there is any concrete proof that God exists and since the world is so cruel and unjust, how could it be that God exists and yadda yadda yadda, you know how the atheist rhetoric is when you come across it at a basic, somewhat childish level. I did get out of that funk, which didn't really make me and religion all that comfortable with each other, but spirituality could still be willing to talk with me. I could continue to explore the ideas and the possibilities of the spiritual world and of God without having to be so burdened to have to hang with religion. And certainly while I broke away from atheism, it's not like it didn't have some pull towards me. Essentially, it brought me to the middle ground, agnosticism.

I believe agnosticism is a fair ground to be on. But anyone who is agnostic will probably lean towards one side or the other. I tend to imagine the scenario of a deranged man pointing a gun against me and shouting whether I believe in God or not, and I can't say I don't know or else I get killed. What would I say? In all honesty, I feel as though I would learn more to theism. But not under any of the religion constructs. While I may doubt whether God is there or not, I would side with the possibility of God being there. But God is a larger, more incomprehensible being that I could ever fathom. I cannot realistically put a form to God. I am unaware what gender God has or even if God has one. As far as I know though, I believe God is a scientist and we are the experiment. God put an assortment of variables together and set everything up and then let it loose, which then created the Big Bang and the formation of the universe. And ever so often, God will change something within that experiment that is our universe. When we finally come along to the universe, we will go about our actions and our lives. And something that may happen might have been from God's doing or from our own. But we will be so wrapped up in our worlds, in our view, that we won't really know.

Ideally, I'd like to believe that once you die, you get to see God's true form, and you are able to look at your life and be able to understand the things that you couldn't at the time, as well as figure out little facts about your whole life. But that could not be the case. That's more for the imagination. Even this construct I have of how God could function could just be an exercise in imagination. But I still can't find myself to outright reject the notion that God could exist. Or that there's some otherworldly force that has a greater say and impact in our world. We know so little, we see so little and we are so little. We may be aware of a vast array of dimensions and ways in which celestial bodies work, but we are unable to comprehend them. We cannot fathom how huge the universe is due to the limitations of our body. It seems equally as foolish to me to be so staunch and stubborn in the views of atheism much in the same way that some atheists look down on those who believe in religion.

So I stand now as Christian In Name Only agnostic theist. I will continue to do the standard rituals my family does out of respect for them. I still have those silly quirks that came from being religious like faith, hope and superstition. I also recognize that atheism has more concrete evidence on its side of no proof of God and that the onus is on others to show that there is a God. I know my argument for the possibility of one is flawed, and yet I still lean to the idea of God being there. For there's something that spirituality always has given me. A feeling of something there that while I can't explain it, I know it's there in some form. God is in essence an extension of that idea. God controls the way in which spirituality moves, in which the forces of spirituality take effect on you. One can try to shape it in some way and try to provide an argument for it, and that argument could expand to a religion. But the fundamental aspect of God is not something that has to be explained but rather felt. It's something that takes you on your own path. Or maybe all I'm saying is a crock o' shit, who knows? I'm agnostic after all. 

Saturday, 5 December 2015

The Importance Of Simon Bolivar (An Old Essay Of Mine)

Thesis Question: Should Simon Bolivar still hold a presence in the political spectrum of South America?

Simón Bolívar is a name that has often been heard in South America. Often considered an idealist and named “El Libertador” (The Liberator) for his valiant efforts, he was responsible for the sovereignty of Venezuela, Columbia, Panama, Peru, Ecuador and Bolivia. Many statues, streets, currencies, buildings and even a nation have honored his name and a lot of modern South American political figures have revered the impact that Simon has left on the continent and plan to continue his legacy.  The post-mortem fame that this military leader has obtained certainly holds itself in regard to the history of his career in South America. Though with the immense culture around Simón Bolívar, it is very much likely that half-truths and factoids have emerged, thus turning the plights of the leader into a device for politicians to use as they please. The implications of the truthiness surrounding Bolivar would then have to signify that he no longer is relevant to the political construct, and that he should be held as part of an ancient era rather than a timeless relic. On the other hand, with the grandiosity of Bolívar’s campaign in South America, there must still lay sections of his life that should remain relevant for the years to come. Before one can consider either alternative though, one should acquaint themselves better with the life of Simón Bolívar.

Simón Bolívar was born Simón José Antonio de la Santísma Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios to wealthy Creoles in Caracas, Venezuela on July 24th, 1783. His father was a colonel, his mother was the daughter of a noble and he had two older sisters and a brother.  At age three, his father died, and at age nine, his mother followed suit. Because of this, he and his siblings were taken under his uncle, who gave them a tutor to help with their studies. His tutor introduced Simón to Voltaire and Rosseau, who were Enlightenment thinkers, and fueled his craving for knowledge. This provided him with the reasoning and tools that would establish his abilities at becoming a verbose and educated leader. When he was 13 years old, his tutor, Simon Rodriguez, fled the country since he was under suspicion of treason.  Simón entered into a battalion that was previously held by his father and by the age of 15, he became the Second Lieutenant. At a young age, Simón is showing that the has the ability to become so much more, building himself up as a person that can be looked upon either by his willing nature to fight for his nation or by his highly educated background (both of which are essential aspects of an impactful politician)

A year later, when he was in Vera Cruz, he had given way to his revolutionary spirit by praising the French and American’s struggles for independence. In 1802, he married a Spanish nobleman’s daughter and took her back to Caracas, only to have her die from yellow fever a year later. He travelled across Europe, meeting up with his old tutor and Alexander Von Humboldt, who told him “I believe that your country is ready for its independence. But I can not see the man who is to achieve it” (Scott S. Smith, Simon Bolivar: Liberator of Latin America). Three years later, he swore to Rodriguez that he would fight to liberate South America. Proving that he has a man of his word, he returned to his country in 1807, he plans to map out his revolution. In April 19, 1810, the Spanish governor was taken from his position and replaced with a junta. Simón Bolívar went to London to ask the British to support him in his mission to help the colony but they refused. This did not dissuade him as he was then able to go to Francisco De Miranda (who previously attempted to liberate Venezuela) and seek his aide for the independence movement. In March of 1811, Simón Bolívar became one of the speakers to defend the ideals of Independence, remarking “"Let us lay the cornerstone of American freedom without fear. To hesitate is to perish.” (S. Smith). By this point, he has not only proved his perseverance, but also his dedication to the ideas that he holds so dear to him. Simón has shown himself as a leader, willing to go through any lengths to revolutionize his homeland and change it for the better.

On the 5th of July in the same year, Venezuela finally obtained it’s freedom from Spanish forces, becoming the First Republic of Venezuela, and Simón Bolívar served under Francisco De Miranda as a Lieutenant Coronel, despite not having much experience. Whilst Simón Bolívar had slaves, he eventually freed them and called for the abolition of slavery, which at the time was incredibly progressive, thereby accentuating his bold nature and ability to strive for better change. Spanish forces were still present in Venezuela and Simón was present in the first few battles to fend them away. Although he was able to show his abilities in the battlefield, he was forced to capitulate on August 19th in Valencia. Simón also found himself disagreeing with Francisco towards how to treat counter-revolutionaries and citizens who were born in Spain. Francisco was more willing to compromise, whilst Simón had become incredibly hostile towards the Spanish, threatening execution and mass expelling. While one can see this as Simón being overtly passionate for his cause, it also serves to work against him. Despite there being more reason to push counter-revolutionaries, especially ones that enact plans to counteract his movement, there is a hypocrisy of a Creole wanting to punish Spain-born citizens. Matters worsened with Francisco’s battle strategies were not good enough to overwhelm the Spanish loyalists and when Puerto Cabello was overwhelmed by the prisoners that were freed by a traitor. Even though he and a few other men barely survived, Bolívar was upset that Miranda had not helped him and turned him over to the Spanish.

Bolívar then fled to Cartagena, New Granada, writing  El Manifiesto de Cartagena (The Manifesto Of Cartagena), “in which he attributed the fall of the First Republic to the lack of strong government and called for a united revolutionary effort to destroy the power of Spain in America” (Michael Levy, Simón Bolívar).  Rounding up other revolutionaries in the area, they formed a force that would be destined to take back Venezuela for good. In 1813, he created the Second Republic of Venezuela, and assumed his position as a dictator. Simón is able to realize the mistakes of his plans, which is hard for many politicians to do, and instead change his tactic for the better. Many other revolutions after Bolívar have had revolutionaries take over office, particularly in Venezuela where various coup d’etats (1945, 1948, 1958 and attempts in 1992 and 2002) have taken place. Unfortunately, this only lasted a year since royalists led by José Tomás Boves took back Venezuela in the name of Spain, causing Simón Bolívar to flee to New Granada and later to Jamaica.  There he wrote a letter whereupon he signified his dream of constitutional republics from the far south of South America all the way to Mexico. He restarted his plans of revolution by getting the help of Haiti, who provided him with money and equipment, once more proving that he was willing to continue with his idea. For dedication marks the strength of a leader.

Moving to the Orinoco region, he established his base there and had 500 men by his side. He received support from Antonio Jose Paez, who was essential to his movement, allowing for him to maintain a presence in South America, and through Bolívar’s communication skills, he was able to increase his support to 6000 troops. In February 15, 1819, him and the Venezuelan congress in Angostura create a draft for the constitution. The spring of the same year also unleashes his plans to liberate New Granada and in August 7th, he wins the Battle of Boyacá, leading “Congress, with Bolívar’s proposal in mind, [to] issue the Fundamental Law of the Colombian Republic on December 1819” (Manuel Pérez Vila , Simón Bolívar) which involved combining four republics (Venezuela, Ecuador, Columbia and Panama) to join together into one nation called Gran Columbia. After becoming the president and military dictator of Gran Columbia, he freed Venezuela of all Spanish control in 1821, took over Peru with the help of Antonio José de Sucre in 1824, later becoming its dictator and also created Bolivia in 1825. Simón Bolívar used the unity of the nations he took over to signify the strength that they can if they work together to better each other. Creating more dialog among each other, Gran Columbia was a new horizon in South America. Rather than be seen as colonies, they could be seen as their own territories and expand upon themselves for their own betterment.

Simón Bolívar still had to face many battles during the construction of his republic, but the build up to this state showed his verisimilitude at being a great leader. He knew the right times to fight against the Spanish (being able to surprise their forces, capturing half of 3000 troops the Spanish had in Boyacá), ensuring victory over them and was able to pull himself through the troubles that he faced (such as the defeat in Puerto Caballo, and when Spanish troops had overwhelmed him in previous engagements). A refined scholar, Bolívar was able to use his education to create evocative speeches in Congress to convince those around him to continue pushing forward and to continue his fight forward and also saw the importance of a strong centralized government. Another factor that needs to be considered is that he was bold in his idea of breaking the Spanish hold on South America, let alone creating a new political system that involved the unity of various republics that he had established a presence over. Furthermore, his bold attitude towards the idea of abolishing slavery and being more protective of the indigenous around him (“The poor indians are truly in a state of lamentable depression. I intend to help them all I can. First as a matter of humanity, second because it is their right and finally because doing good costs nothing and is worth much” (Andy Brown, The Real Simón Bolívar)). These factors cannot diminish the importance that Simón Bolívar holds to South America as a whole.

Much of the sacrifices that Simón Bolívar had made in order to change the face of South America came with a great cost. Not only did he lose many men, but he also had lost a lot of the starting battles due to his inexperience. Whilst he considered himself a liberalist, Gran Columbia’s structure was beginning to crumble significantly. He needed stronger control, which caused him to turn to more authoritative measures, thus causing him to bend on his philosophy. Many times he had to assume the role of a dictator including in 1828 when much of his movement began to crumble over issues of the economy and class disputes. He figured that it would be a temporary measure to reassume control of the regions that he had control over, but that proved to cause further disruption. Some of his previous acquaintances went over to fight against in battles during his strengthening of Gran Columbia and others would agreed with his methods (such as Sucre) were either soft-spoken, run out or killed because of such. Matters would be made worse when he was almost assassinated by conspirators and one of his most revered generals tried to assassinate him. Countries began to declare their independence from Gran Columbia, including Venezuela, which forced him to go to Columbia. Much of his dream was crushed and before he his death as a poor man ridden with tuberculosis in Santa Marta on December 17th, 1830, he cynically said about himself, “I have ruled for 20 years and from these I have gained only a few certainties: America is ungovernable, for us; Those who serve a revolution plough the sea; The only thing one can do in America is emigrate; This country will fall inevitably into the hands of the unbridled masses and then pass almost imperceptibly into the hands of petty tyrants, of all colours and races; Once we have been devoured by every crime and extinguished by utter ferocity, the Europeans will not even regard us as worth conquering; If it were possible for any part of the world to revert to primitive chaos, it would be America in its final hour” (Brown).

Bolívar was ambitious, but met with failure to properly implement his ideas. His ideas were radical for the time and place that he was in. They were a step in the right direction, providing that more nations in South America were willing to be unified under a common goal of more prosperity. Indeed, at times he showed the ability to take on the reins and push forward, establishing himself either as a speaker for a new movement or as a dictator to cement his stature. There was no doubt that Simón Bolívar carried a fervent passion for the ideals that he hoped to establish, but the system that he implemented did not stand to hold his vision to the height that he desired. Even though he continued to learn from his mistakes and build from them, his inexperience continued to creep through, especially when his concepts grew more abstract and foreign to implement. That is not to say that the people around him are free from being blamed as part of the problem. His visions required the aide of others, and there were not enough times where he and the people were not only in agreement, but were also a majority and able to build the new future. Ultimately, his accomplishments had proven an ability that was squandered, both by his ineptitude in higher office and lack of strong support. Had he been in a friendlier environment, the flaws in his philosophy and methods would have been fixed with a public more inclined to strive for change.

His importance in South American politics is prevalent in the doctrine that carried his military campaign and to the image that the man himself built up over the years. Those who praise the work of Simón Bolívar stand to unify relations between other South American leaders, envisioning much the same that he did with Gran Columbia. Others view his propositions of governmental structure to be essential in ensuring better results. Perhaps one of the greatest reasons that Simón Bolívar is looked upon by others is that he represent a risk-taker and a dedicated force. Despite his limited success at creating Gran Columbia, he was willing to do whatever it took to create the image that he had in his head, fighting for many years to uphold his idea. Those who use his name in politics try to use it to symbolize their determination and perseverance towards their campaign and how they stand to change the current state into something grander in scale and importance. Though all of these aspects are likely, one must not forget the tragic reality of Simón Bolívar’s situation. The idealism in the proclamations of one who relives the memory of Simón Bolívar can make one wary of whoever uses it to get themselves in power in South America, giving the idea of terrible control and even worse strategies. Furthermore, it can also be argued that instead of representing the positive aspects of Simón Bolívar as an exemplar of a vision to come, that the simple association of one political figure with him ensures victory.  Marie Arana replied in an interview on TIME Magazine when asked why other leaders (most notably Chávez) use Bolívar as a figurehead with: “Chávez is not the first. President [José Antonio] Páez brought back Bolívar’s bones from Santa Marta, Colombia, [in 1842] and buried him in Caracas and said, “We’re all going to stand by Bolívar.” And it worked. He was re-elected. It’s what one of Bolívar’s very famous generals called the magic of his prestige. Hugo Chávez did the exact same thing: he exhumed the bones and preyed on the magic of his prestige. It’s quite ghoulish, but it works.”

Few people today see the divisive nature that Simón Bolívar truly would hold in regards to South American politics. Whilst he was a great driving force in freeing a multitude of nations from Spain, his own ambitions were too costly and complicated to be executed properly. It would be egregious to believe that Simón Bolívar should not have any position in the modern politics of South America, but it would be equally as outrageous to consider him as some sort of a shining beacon of political strength. His stature was great enough to free nations, but not enough to unify them. His dreams were headed in the right direction, but lacked the proper structure to stand. Even in regards to his nation of birth, where he spent his time ruling Gran Columbia, he was eventually betrayed by his own people, which prove to create greater holes into his myth as the saint of South America. Despite this, the broken remains of his legend reveal a glowing truth that his impact on the nations he went through allowed for them to expand further beyond the limits that Spain left on them. Perhaps if Simón Bolívar had lived in modern times, he could better implement his concept, as by now, more people would be willing to do their part.

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