Have you seen this thing Facebook. It in one respect it is neat to hook up with old friends. However, 30 years later those that treated us in the very least, lousy are now trying to make all nice. Never, mind atomic testicle blast, given at least once a week. Also, there were the times when we were dating a fantastic girl, but just as prom came along, some Alpha male stole my girl away.
But now, I have forgiven all. Frankly, the so called Alpha males are cleaning fecal trenches in the oil patch. And I am working for fortune 500 company. Yet, I can't help but seeking a bit of revenge at the 30th reunion. I will play friendly to the assholes and get them drinks with a fair share of Visonex and also bring them snacks with cheese and sausage that have a smattering of dinngliberies.
This is wrong, but vengeance is cathartic. It may be a good lesson to the Aholes--if they never matured past age17
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, November 17, 2008
With Change comes Responsibility
I did not want Barak Obama to be elected, that being said I hope he is hugely successful. After all we still need to live in this country. Although, if things get really bad us Texans can say vaya con dios and part ways friendly. I doubt that would ever happen but it is nice to have that as a possible exit strategy.
Now Obama must handle the financial crisis, the sliding economy, the wars in the mid-east and of course the soon to arrive attack that soothsayer Biden said will come. Much blame will be given to the Republicans over all these crises, but they are now in charge and must fix the problems with their policy of change.
The problem with the "Change" rhetoric is their policies have been tried all over the Soviet Union, Eastern Europe, even Great Britain and France and they have all moved away from Obama's changes. Much of the financial crisis started when the Dem's took over the Senate, so if it is business as usual we will really have big problems. There are leaks about federalizing the automotive industry--as an individual with twenty years of experience in the car business more government involvement would be the death of the domestic car industry.
Obama is a smart man. I hope he governs differently then his voting record. One more issue that I am extremely concerned about is the fact that he is the first black president. My choice for president never had anything to do with race but, what if Obama's presidency is akin to Carter's how long would it be before we have another black president. That is what is really concerning. Their are some articulate, out of the box, minority politicians that could do this country some good. However, there are still many that will blame failure on the color of the man in office. This is shameful, but still the case in the U.S.
I was not happy when Obama won the election, because of his policies, however, I was proud of my country that he was elected, because perhaps we have finally put the slavery issue behind us. That goes for the Aryan Brotherhood and the black Poverty Pimps--there is change and these groups are now insignificant
Now Obama must handle the financial crisis, the sliding economy, the wars in the mid-east and of course the soon to arrive attack that soothsayer Biden said will come. Much blame will be given to the Republicans over all these crises, but they are now in charge and must fix the problems with their policy of change.
The problem with the "Change" rhetoric is their policies have been tried all over the Soviet Union, Eastern Europe, even Great Britain and France and they have all moved away from Obama's changes. Much of the financial crisis started when the Dem's took over the Senate, so if it is business as usual we will really have big problems. There are leaks about federalizing the automotive industry--as an individual with twenty years of experience in the car business more government involvement would be the death of the domestic car industry.
Obama is a smart man. I hope he governs differently then his voting record. One more issue that I am extremely concerned about is the fact that he is the first black president. My choice for president never had anything to do with race but, what if Obama's presidency is akin to Carter's how long would it be before we have another black president. That is what is really concerning. Their are some articulate, out of the box, minority politicians that could do this country some good. However, there are still many that will blame failure on the color of the man in office. This is shameful, but still the case in the U.S.
I was not happy when Obama won the election, because of his policies, however, I was proud of my country that he was elected, because perhaps we have finally put the slavery issue behind us. That goes for the Aryan Brotherhood and the black Poverty Pimps--there is change and these groups are now insignificant
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Did You Know Obama is Our First Black President?
The election is over and the sky did not fall. Yes, it was disturbing to see the blatant biasness of the old and soon to be extinct old media. Likewise, Black Panthers with night sticks at polling locations seems a bit fascist, but in the end the system worked.
California passed a ban on gay marriage--CALIFORNIA did this. The Senate did not get a super-majority and we have only two years until the House turns over. Reportedly, gun sales went ballistic the Wednesday after Obama's election. These are all good things.
The ultimate, God-given right of all humans is to fight and have descent against tyranny of all forms. There may be some tyranny on the way, but let's not forget the red states have plenty of guns and know how to use them. I am not suggesting a government overthrow, but if the government attempts to eclipse the rights that were written in the constitution be ready. The important thing to remember about the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence is they enumerated our right given to us by God--not any government run by man.
Finally, there are two historical similarities of the Obama presidency. The first is the one term of President Carter whose policy threw our country into the depths of stagflation. Obama's Reaganesque tax talk does not equate to the spending and re-distribution of the wealth which he also discusses. Likewise, speaking of redistribution of wealth, the last time the media was having orgasmic celebrations of a world leader was when Gorbachev came upon the scene. In both cases, the leaders' terms or countries did not last long.
We are still Americans and we have lived through similar situations, but we must now be the loyal opposition. Fight all forms of tyranny. Use your freedom of speech in the form of descent against wrong, idiotic or un-American governmental actions.
Do not disengage, fight the good fight, our country was founded on inherent God given rights that no man, agency or government can deny. I founding fathers found this worth dying for and I can't think of many things worth more than sacrificing whatever it takes to keep our country America.
California passed a ban on gay marriage--CALIFORNIA did this. The Senate did not get a super-majority and we have only two years until the House turns over. Reportedly, gun sales went ballistic the Wednesday after Obama's election. These are all good things.
The ultimate, God-given right of all humans is to fight and have descent against tyranny of all forms. There may be some tyranny on the way, but let's not forget the red states have plenty of guns and know how to use them. I am not suggesting a government overthrow, but if the government attempts to eclipse the rights that were written in the constitution be ready. The important thing to remember about the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence is they enumerated our right given to us by God--not any government run by man.
Finally, there are two historical similarities of the Obama presidency. The first is the one term of President Carter whose policy threw our country into the depths of stagflation. Obama's Reaganesque tax talk does not equate to the spending and re-distribution of the wealth which he also discusses. Likewise, speaking of redistribution of wealth, the last time the media was having orgasmic celebrations of a world leader was when Gorbachev came upon the scene. In both cases, the leaders' terms or countries did not last long.
We are still Americans and we have lived through similar situations, but we must now be the loyal opposition. Fight all forms of tyranny. Use your freedom of speech in the form of descent against wrong, idiotic or un-American governmental actions.
Do not disengage, fight the good fight, our country was founded on inherent God given rights that no man, agency or government can deny. I founding fathers found this worth dying for and I can't think of many things worth more than sacrificing whatever it takes to keep our country America.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
The 2008 Political "A Song for You"
In 1980 I watched the Willie Nelson, Dianne Cannon movie "Honeysuckle Rose" in which Willie did a song entitled "A Song for You". While I was a pretty hardcore metal head, I really enjoyed Willie's guitar work on the song and the lyrics were haunting. About the only time my generation (the older, but still disillusioned Gen Xers) heard this song was when Willie sang it alone or with Ray Charles. Keep in mind this was a time when people in Detroit and Brooklyn were buying $300 back-cut boa skin boots and wearing big rodeo belt buckles--so Willie and his resulting Outlaw movement gave this song some exposure.
I later found a Ray Charles solo version of the song that was much more keyboard heavy and convinced me that Ray was the writer of the song. It was much more soulful and knowing that Willie would sing any song with anybody, anywhere, and at anytime--I concluded that Ray had to be the song's writer. The song had innate blackness--the suffering, the soulfulness just a certain as the blues has the same blackness. It did not matter to me--I was born in Texas and heard the "N" word more times than any soul should, unless of course one is growing up in an inner city black community. I like what I like for its inherent value not any racial or other reason of bias.
More recently, Usher and Christina Aguilara did wonderful covers of the song. I loved both versions and added them to my Willie and Ray favorite versions on You Tube. I then found a haunting, and perhaps the best version of the song by a performer named Donny Hathaway. Turns out Donny was a Black guy so my theory of the songs "Blackness" was correct I had just attributed the origin to Ray Charles. Again, it did not matter each performer gave their own flavor to the song and each version was beautiful.
I eventually learned that the song was written by Claude Russell Bridges, better known as Leon Russell, a white guy who was heavily influenced by blues, gospel and rock. I heard Leon's original recording of the song and it was not my favorite as he, as a white guy was trying just a little too hard to sound black--or bluesy or maybe he was not the best singer, but I had to respect him because he was the writer of the song that caused the other performers to put the innate soulfulness into the song. I later heard Leon sing the song with Willie and Ray, thirty years after his original version and his style was much more relaxed but just as bluesy.
So what does this have to do with the 2008 political election. It is not about the color of the person but the flavor of their song--a song that should have a uniquely American flavor, which by definition has touches of several flavors. However, if the person, no matter their color, is not able to perform the song beautifully they should not be added to our Favorites menu on You Tube. I submit to you that the two political parties have given us two candidates that are the equivalent of OJ Simpson and Wayne Newton hacking Leon Russell's song. Ray Charles is rolling over in his grave. And we all lose.
I later found a Ray Charles solo version of the song that was much more keyboard heavy and convinced me that Ray was the writer of the song. It was much more soulful and knowing that Willie would sing any song with anybody, anywhere, and at anytime--I concluded that Ray had to be the song's writer. The song had innate blackness--the suffering, the soulfulness just a certain as the blues has the same blackness. It did not matter to me--I was born in Texas and heard the "N" word more times than any soul should, unless of course one is growing up in an inner city black community. I like what I like for its inherent value not any racial or other reason of bias.
More recently, Usher and Christina Aguilara did wonderful covers of the song. I loved both versions and added them to my Willie and Ray favorite versions on You Tube. I then found a haunting, and perhaps the best version of the song by a performer named Donny Hathaway. Turns out Donny was a Black guy so my theory of the songs "Blackness" was correct I had just attributed the origin to Ray Charles. Again, it did not matter each performer gave their own flavor to the song and each version was beautiful.
I eventually learned that the song was written by Claude Russell Bridges, better known as Leon Russell, a white guy who was heavily influenced by blues, gospel and rock. I heard Leon's original recording of the song and it was not my favorite as he, as a white guy was trying just a little too hard to sound black--or bluesy or maybe he was not the best singer, but I had to respect him because he was the writer of the song that caused the other performers to put the innate soulfulness into the song. I later heard Leon sing the song with Willie and Ray, thirty years after his original version and his style was much more relaxed but just as bluesy.
So what does this have to do with the 2008 political election. It is not about the color of the person but the flavor of their song--a song that should have a uniquely American flavor, which by definition has touches of several flavors. However, if the person, no matter their color, is not able to perform the song beautifully they should not be added to our Favorites menu on You Tube. I submit to you that the two political parties have given us two candidates that are the equivalent of OJ Simpson and Wayne Newton hacking Leon Russell's song. Ray Charles is rolling over in his grave. And we all lose.
Friday, September 26, 2008
What To Do When Your Country Leaves You
Garth Wyndham-Price of UKVU has long been a proponent of Civil Anarchy. This form of "government" would be much like life in the western portions of the colonies/states in the 1700's. Essentially, the community would be self-governing and little if any involvement from the Federal government would occur. Which was how the Federal Government was originally intended to operate.
The beautiful thing about this form of communities is there would be a moral imperative that the communities would arrive upon. If one community the town lech was caught buggering a young boy he or is genitals could be banished. However, the same lech could go to the bugger colony and perhaps be a productive member of society.
This would also hold true for the economics of Civil Anarchy. If a lazy wanker does little to help his financial circumstances he can live in poverty or the gracious donations of those in the community that would care to help. Most importantly there would be NO Federal Government safety net that would allow said wanker to live off the earnings of other hard working people. It is axiomatic when welfare is removed for wankers the number of wankers accordingly decrease.
We have been on a 60 year flirtation with socialism. As socialism and communism fail all throughout the world the United States, the once glittering pinnacle of Freedom and Capitalism is now about to quadruple its National Debt by bailing out major Bank/Brokerage firms that took on a risky business plan that has failed. Therefore, like any of us who fail, they should lose what they risked. But that will not be the case, the so-called conservative GW Bush is essentially Federalizing these entities. So we now have economic socialism firmly entrenched.
More frighteningly we have a stealth Muslim, that will not follow national protocol when the National Anthem or the Pledge of Allegiance is conducted very close to being the Commander-in-Chief of the most powerful armed forces in the world. With Obama's blatant anti-American leanings it would not be inconceivable that he would do away with the Posse Comatasus and turn the armed forces on its own citizens.
I do not believe that the Patriots in the US Armed Forces would allow this to happen, but if the order was given to round up certain "undesirables"--the possibility of a military coupe would be very real.
Obama's loyalties are not those of traditional Americans. He is not qualified to be Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. At best, he is qualified to be the president of a local Toastmasters group--he can give one hell of a speech.
What we need now is not an experienced politician, but a statesmen that respects what this country was founded upon and the vision to move it back to that direction. Less the slavery and other kinks that were worked out as our nation grew, by the way there is good evidence that Obama's forefathers were actually selling Africans to the slave-traders. The Muslim faith has no issues with slavery.
I thank the Lord that I was born in America, but increasingly more that I am a Texan, because if the feces hits the fan, we can legally pull out of the once great Republic. Lock and Load and as they said in the movie "Red Dawn"--"Wolverines!!". It may not be the Russians but the enemy within.
The beautiful thing about this form of communities is there would be a moral imperative that the communities would arrive upon. If one community the town lech was caught buggering a young boy he or is genitals could be banished. However, the same lech could go to the bugger colony and perhaps be a productive member of society.
This would also hold true for the economics of Civil Anarchy. If a lazy wanker does little to help his financial circumstances he can live in poverty or the gracious donations of those in the community that would care to help. Most importantly there would be NO Federal Government safety net that would allow said wanker to live off the earnings of other hard working people. It is axiomatic when welfare is removed for wankers the number of wankers accordingly decrease.
We have been on a 60 year flirtation with socialism. As socialism and communism fail all throughout the world the United States, the once glittering pinnacle of Freedom and Capitalism is now about to quadruple its National Debt by bailing out major Bank/Brokerage firms that took on a risky business plan that has failed. Therefore, like any of us who fail, they should lose what they risked. But that will not be the case, the so-called conservative GW Bush is essentially Federalizing these entities. So we now have economic socialism firmly entrenched.
More frighteningly we have a stealth Muslim, that will not follow national protocol when the National Anthem or the Pledge of Allegiance is conducted very close to being the Commander-in-Chief of the most powerful armed forces in the world. With Obama's blatant anti-American leanings it would not be inconceivable that he would do away with the Posse Comatasus and turn the armed forces on its own citizens.
I do not believe that the Patriots in the US Armed Forces would allow this to happen, but if the order was given to round up certain "undesirables"--the possibility of a military coupe would be very real.
Obama's loyalties are not those of traditional Americans. He is not qualified to be Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. At best, he is qualified to be the president of a local Toastmasters group--he can give one hell of a speech.
What we need now is not an experienced politician, but a statesmen that respects what this country was founded upon and the vision to move it back to that direction. Less the slavery and other kinks that were worked out as our nation grew, by the way there is good evidence that Obama's forefathers were actually selling Africans to the slave-traders. The Muslim faith has no issues with slavery.
I thank the Lord that I was born in America, but increasingly more that I am a Texan, because if the feces hits the fan, we can legally pull out of the once great Republic. Lock and Load and as they said in the movie "Red Dawn"--"Wolverines!!". It may not be the Russians but the enemy within.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Save the Rats
I have seen the heart rending pictures and ads that show the plight of the poor polar bears because of climate change. It is despicable and we should act as a unified movement to do what we can to save these majestic animals.
Similarly, I have become aware of another plight that may not be as majestic, but as we know any time the circle of life is interrupted the earth spins out of control. What I'm speaking of is the ultra-fascist re-cyclists that are destroying the natural habitat of the rats. With the depletion of the refuse dumps rats are fast finding few places to naturally acclimatize.
Luckily, if the rats can speed their way to Washington D.C. before the arrival of the hogs and other pork like animal, which migrate there each year during Congressional session, they should find a safe and morally filthy place to which they are acclimatized. The are all God's animals and we should do what we can to insure the existence of these noble, shifty and rather greasy animals--and by that I mean the rats not the Congressmen. The Congressmen should be tried for the Alien and Sedition Act.
Similarly, I have become aware of another plight that may not be as majestic, but as we know any time the circle of life is interrupted the earth spins out of control. What I'm speaking of is the ultra-fascist re-cyclists that are destroying the natural habitat of the rats. With the depletion of the refuse dumps rats are fast finding few places to naturally acclimatize.
Luckily, if the rats can speed their way to Washington D.C. before the arrival of the hogs and other pork like animal, which migrate there each year during Congressional session, they should find a safe and morally filthy place to which they are acclimatized. The are all God's animals and we should do what we can to insure the existence of these noble, shifty and rather greasy animals--and by that I mean the rats not the Congressmen. The Congressmen should be tried for the Alien and Sedition Act.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tierney, Liberty or None of the Above
It is now down to Obama or McCain to be the next leader of the worlds finest example of a "Free Country". Yet, it is becoming increasingly more expensive to have this free country and the freedoms we enjoy are becoming more restricted by government and willing cohorts in the form of special interest groups from the right and left.
The American form of government has moved so far from what the founding fathers had envisioned that one could argue that based on the original charter of the constitution our current form is illegal. One prime example of illegal action by the federal government is the Death Tax. The government now takes a large portion of estates being passed on to the heirs in the form of a Death Tax--mind you, all of the monies and properties in these estates had taxes paid on them as they were acquired. This may be the most offensive, tourturous and sodomizing tax ever foisted upon the American people. Simply, it is a wonderful example of Tierney. Tierney is why the Colonists claimed independence from King George.
What does one do if they want to change the tierney that the government is forcing upon them? Many actions that our founding fathers did would now land one in jail if not in front of a firing squad. Garth Wyndham-Price of UKVU is a proponent of Civil Anarchy which when analyzed could be considered a states right movement in the United States. Something similar to this movement must become top of mind for Americans or soon we will have uncivil anarchy--just look to the Mexican border as a glimpse into our future.
The problem with all the movements, schools of thought and rightous outrage is the majority of Americans are comfortable with their lives even as they see their freedoms slipping away. Big Brother, the Federal Government has control over most aspects of our lives. Yet, our currency is controlled by a non-governmental entity--the Federal Reserve. Are any of these "policies" spelled out in the Constitution? That depends on how the Supreme Court interprets the constitution.
The federal government is so cemented in its unwavering course to complete tierney that a revolution must take place. Witness our choices for President; McCain makes JFK look Reaganesque and Obama who is trying to emulate JFK is inexperienced and has some very questionable parts of his life that the media will not address. One simple way to start the revolution is to add a None of the Above box to all ballots. We deserve better representation in our Republic than what we are receiving and if none of the choices are acceptable they should not be elected by default.
This would be a small step that could have a huge impact. One may wonder what happens if the government has to shut down because there are no elected officials to pass bills and laws? That would be a start of a wonderful revolution of the deconstruction of a bloated and probably illegal government. The founding fathers put the capital in Washington DC because it was over a swamp and a terrible place to be. There reasoning was it would lessen the damage the statesmen could do to the country. Less politicians in DC equates to more rights and money in our pockets. Remember, Vote None of the Above in 2008!
The American form of government has moved so far from what the founding fathers had envisioned that one could argue that based on the original charter of the constitution our current form is illegal. One prime example of illegal action by the federal government is the Death Tax. The government now takes a large portion of estates being passed on to the heirs in the form of a Death Tax--mind you, all of the monies and properties in these estates had taxes paid on them as they were acquired. This may be the most offensive, tourturous and sodomizing tax ever foisted upon the American people. Simply, it is a wonderful example of Tierney. Tierney is why the Colonists claimed independence from King George.
What does one do if they want to change the tierney that the government is forcing upon them? Many actions that our founding fathers did would now land one in jail if not in front of a firing squad. Garth Wyndham-Price of UKVU is a proponent of Civil Anarchy which when analyzed could be considered a states right movement in the United States. Something similar to this movement must become top of mind for Americans or soon we will have uncivil anarchy--just look to the Mexican border as a glimpse into our future.
The problem with all the movements, schools of thought and rightous outrage is the majority of Americans are comfortable with their lives even as they see their freedoms slipping away. Big Brother, the Federal Government has control over most aspects of our lives. Yet, our currency is controlled by a non-governmental entity--the Federal Reserve. Are any of these "policies" spelled out in the Constitution? That depends on how the Supreme Court interprets the constitution.
The federal government is so cemented in its unwavering course to complete tierney that a revolution must take place. Witness our choices for President; McCain makes JFK look Reaganesque and Obama who is trying to emulate JFK is inexperienced and has some very questionable parts of his life that the media will not address. One simple way to start the revolution is to add a None of the Above box to all ballots. We deserve better representation in our Republic than what we are receiving and if none of the choices are acceptable they should not be elected by default.
This would be a small step that could have a huge impact. One may wonder what happens if the government has to shut down because there are no elected officials to pass bills and laws? That would be a start of a wonderful revolution of the deconstruction of a bloated and probably illegal government. The founding fathers put the capital in Washington DC because it was over a swamp and a terrible place to be. There reasoning was it would lessen the damage the statesmen could do to the country. Less politicians in DC equates to more rights and money in our pockets. Remember, Vote None of the Above in 2008!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
France is the Future?
Special Contribution by Garth Wyndham-Price of UKVU
As most know I am a proponent of civil anarchy. But, I know this vision is beatific at best, however, I must raise a voice of intellectual and free thinking rhetoric to wake up the domiciles of freedom and liberty to protect not the world but the philosophies of free thought and the pursuit of happiness.
The current condition in the UK is gaseous at best, but those that are clear thinking would call it diaherical, or perhaps in the worst of conditions just plain bloody shitty. The advantage of the UK's form of government is we can do an anal adjustment quickly and rather painlessly.
Which brings us to the political colour of the United States. I do not use the term " colour" lightly as the darkest candidate has been the most charismatic. The other two candidates are as they say in the south" white bread". So if Mr. Obama wins the election who do we have to protect Free thought: France.
Much of this philosophy has come from the Gauls but can we really rely on them to protect this form of governance. We can only hope. Obama has already denied his country's flag and country's most sacred song. He believes it to be to aggressive. He would prefer...something about the world doing or buying coke.....
My mates and the rest of the wankers in the anarchist centre are now pledging our allegiance to help the Franco's...pussies as they are!!!
As most know I am a proponent of civil anarchy. But, I know this vision is beatific at best, however, I must raise a voice of intellectual and free thinking rhetoric to wake up the domiciles of freedom and liberty to protect not the world but the philosophies of free thought and the pursuit of happiness.
The current condition in the UK is gaseous at best, but those that are clear thinking would call it diaherical, or perhaps in the worst of conditions just plain bloody shitty. The advantage of the UK's form of government is we can do an anal adjustment quickly and rather painlessly.
Which brings us to the political colour of the United States. I do not use the term " colour" lightly as the darkest candidate has been the most charismatic. The other two candidates are as they say in the south" white bread". So if Mr. Obama wins the election who do we have to protect Free thought: France.
Much of this philosophy has come from the Gauls but can we really rely on them to protect this form of governance. We can only hope. Obama has already denied his country's flag and country's most sacred song. He believes it to be to aggressive. He would prefer...something about the world doing or buying coke.....
My mates and the rest of the wankers in the anarchist centre are now pledging our allegiance to help the Franco's...pussies as they are!!!
Revolution-- Anarchy or Democracy
Anthony Republicus-- Special Contributor
The American political "race" is trite and pre-defined. There is not one politician that really stands for anything. Who cares who wins. There might be some slight interest in who the Republican chooses for a Vice President, but do we really believe that any of the three will make a difference.
Two elections ago we thought it extremely important whom was chosen President. Now eight years later we see that only one was slightly better because he did not understand the whole "scientification" of Oval warming.
Yes we can laugh at the verbal mistakes this Texan made, but can we forgive the Goebblerian propaganda that Gore has made his career upon the last several years. Has there been climate change? Yes. Is this new? No. What was the warmest year since we have been keeping records? 1994----BRRRRp---actually after REAL scientific analysis we have found it was 1938.
So, what about the stories of the arctic melting? Probably true, the problem is all that melting water is becoming frozen in Antarctica. Is their climate change--Yes. Does man cause it? Prove it.
There have been many warmings and coolings before man had the combustible engine. So why is Al Gore so concerned about defeating "Global Warming", oh sorry now it is "Climate Change"....
If it warms we are at fault, if it cools we are at fault. Butt, there is a champion: he invented the Internet, Love Story was based on his and Tipper's.......poor Tipper. But, he now has the solution to save the world. One must ask why his ability to see in into the future was clouded when he was berating Colonel Oliver North for spending so much money on a safety system.
Oliver North's answer was that a man name Osama Bin Laden was targeting, so he was protecting his family. Gore scoffed at this answer. How many particulates, clouds of gas and ozone damage was done in 9/11. Al Gore park your jet, park your Suburban, and turn your air up to 80'.
Sorry, I must end this blog as I need to wipe the sweat of my baby's face. Here in Houston we cannot afford to keep the air running. Would have been nice if the guy that was almost president caught the guy that started this bung--proven fact Al Gore is a most prolific bugger and a wanker of much esteem.
The American political "race" is trite and pre-defined. There is not one politician that really stands for anything. Who cares who wins. There might be some slight interest in who the Republican chooses for a Vice President, but do we really believe that any of the three will make a difference.
Two elections ago we thought it extremely important whom was chosen President. Now eight years later we see that only one was slightly better because he did not understand the whole "scientification" of Oval warming.
Yes we can laugh at the verbal mistakes this Texan made, but can we forgive the Goebblerian propaganda that Gore has made his career upon the last several years. Has there been climate change? Yes. Is this new? No. What was the warmest year since we have been keeping records? 1994----BRRRRp---actually after REAL scientific analysis we have found it was 1938.
So, what about the stories of the arctic melting? Probably true, the problem is all that melting water is becoming frozen in Antarctica. Is their climate change--Yes. Does man cause it? Prove it.
There have been many warmings and coolings before man had the combustible engine. So why is Al Gore so concerned about defeating "Global Warming", oh sorry now it is "Climate Change"....
If it warms we are at fault, if it cools we are at fault. Butt, there is a champion: he invented the Internet, Love Story was based on his and Tipper's.......poor Tipper. But, he now has the solution to save the world. One must ask why his ability to see in into the future was clouded when he was berating Colonel Oliver North for spending so much money on a safety system.
Oliver North's answer was that a man name Osama Bin Laden was targeting, so he was protecting his family. Gore scoffed at this answer. How many particulates, clouds of gas and ozone damage was done in 9/11. Al Gore park your jet, park your Suburban, and turn your air up to 80'.
Sorry, I must end this blog as I need to wipe the sweat of my baby's face. Here in Houston we cannot afford to keep the air running. Would have been nice if the guy that was almost president caught the guy that started this bung--proven fact Al Gore is a most prolific bugger and a wanker of much esteem.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Disenfranchisement of the Negros in the Dem's, but solace in the Words of an Old and an Irrelevant Pope
Historically the Democrat party has been one that has disenfranchised and repressed the Negro. There were periods when the Democrat party made it seem the Republicans were anti-Negro. However, the Republicans need only wave the rather warty and distorted face of Abraham Lincoln to prove who fought for our Black brethren.
There still exists in the Democratic Party members or former members of the Ku Klux Klan. They deny and renege their membership in said and the sad brotherhoods, but they are documented, delegated and dedicated to their sad philosophy of racial hiearchy.
It is dispicable that a women, a black man, a hog, or a flea ridden hound dog would treat one's opponent as a mound of feral hog feces. And yet the Dem primary nuzzles back and forth like two possums fighting over a peach seed.
The truly sad thing is while McCain is a war hero, he is also a transexual Republican. He has formed alliances with Ted Kennedy, and we are not talking about sexual but political allicances. However, we can take solace in one of the few oratories that Pope Victor II (April 13, 1055 to July 28, 1057), delivered to his loving masses:
I am an antichrist, and I am an anarchist don't know what I want but I know how to get it, I want to destroy passer by cuz I want to beeeah anarchy. Anarchy for the UK is coming some time and might be I give her some time for the traffic line the future gleam is the sharpest dream, cuz I want to beeeaah anarchy.
I'm loving ways to get what you want, I use the best, I use the rest. I use the enemy, I use anarchy, cuz I want to be anarchy. It's the only way to be.
Girls dancing and PMA are real just to UTA a red dusty Yah Yah Ray, I thought it was UK or just another country, I want to be an anarchy and I want to be an anarchy "you know what I mean". And I want to beeah an anarchist, I'm pissed get destroyed..ruruRuRrrruRURRRRRRR
Amen
Deus te Amet
There still exists in the Democratic Party members or former members of the Ku Klux Klan. They deny and renege their membership in said and the sad brotherhoods, but they are documented, delegated and dedicated to their sad philosophy of racial hiearchy.
It is dispicable that a women, a black man, a hog, or a flea ridden hound dog would treat one's opponent as a mound of feral hog feces. And yet the Dem primary nuzzles back and forth like two possums fighting over a peach seed.
The truly sad thing is while McCain is a war hero, he is also a transexual Republican. He has formed alliances with Ted Kennedy, and we are not talking about sexual but political allicances. However, we can take solace in one of the few oratories that Pope Victor II (April 13, 1055 to July 28, 1057), delivered to his loving masses:
I am an antichrist, and I am an anarchist don't know what I want but I know how to get it, I want to destroy passer by cuz I want to beeeah anarchy. Anarchy for the UK is coming some time and might be I give her some time for the traffic line the future gleam is the sharpest dream, cuz I want to beeeaah anarchy.
I'm loving ways to get what you want, I use the best, I use the rest. I use the enemy, I use anarchy, cuz I want to be anarchy. It's the only way to be.
Girls dancing and PMA are real just to UTA a red dusty Yah Yah Ray, I thought it was UK or just another country, I want to be an anarchy and I want to be an anarchy "you know what I mean". And I want to beeah an anarchist, I'm pissed get destroyed..ruruRuRrrruRURRRRRRR
Amen
Deus te Amet
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Despair and Self-loathing in Armegeddon
Do you believe in predestination? Rationally, predestination did not seem possible-- we have Free Will and the right to act as one chooses. I always pondered such metaphysical mysteries when I accompanied my wife to church. It might be the endless acapella songs that prefaced the Sunday morning sermon that put me into a trance. I don't sing and since the Church of Christ did not believe in any type of musical instruments to accompany their hymns it seemed my tragic singing voice could be heard easier. The real reason I would drift off was my upbringing in the Brethren of the Kingdom of God which soured my tolerance for any organized religion. I was an equal opportunity heretic, from Baptist to Buddhist I was not buying it.
I am not an atheist, but more of a Quantum Deist. There is a higher power that can and does shepherd his creation in a certain direction. However, no person or organization can lead one to salvation--it is my responsibility to live a moral, ethical, and altruistic life and see where I end up. When I was five, I believed in organized religion and that the organization was the Brethren of the Kingdom of God, or "The Church" as it was termed by the brethren.
The Church was led by Harold Powers, God's Apostle. Trent Powers, Harold's son, was the heir-apparent to run The Church if Harold Powers was no able to fulfill his role as God's Apostle. It was unlikely that anything would happen to Mr. Powers as it was 1968 and the Tribulation was only four years away. The most obedient and worthy brethren of The Church would be whisked away to The Place of Safety, so as not to suffer the Tribulation like the "worldly" people.
At age five I believed in predestination. I did not know what the word meant, but the concept was cemented in my mind. We were God's chosen people so our future was assured. That was why I was so proud that I was fasting for the Day of Atonement for the first time. I was now one step closer of going to The Place of Safety.
The fasting was not easy. I remember my head was pounding nearly as bad as the time the bumble bee stung me near my eye. I looked at my two year old sister, Nicole with a mixture of anger, resentment and jealously. Nicole or Cole, as I had tagged her, was serenely sucking on a bottle of ice cold water while God's Apostle preached the truth in the October East Texas heat. I was 20 hours into the Day of Atonement fast and I was fantasizing about what I would eat once the sun set. I was proud of myself for fasting but with four hours until sunset and the increasing decibels of God's Apostle preaching "the truth"; my headache was worsening.
"Brethren, the days are growing short--even now Satan has put his minions in place. Soon Trent and I will go to Jerusalem to witness the deception of the Anti-Christ and die in the service of Jesus to bring about the Millennium. We will surely die in the streets of Jerusalem, but will miss out on the terrible Great Tribulation that will follow. If you do not obey and render your very hearts to God, YOU WILL NOT BE RESURRECTED AND RULE BY THE SIDE OF JESUS IN HIS KINGDOM. YOU WILL BE CAST INTO THE PITS OF GEHENNA.
I was sitting next to Mr. Allen and his breath smelled like rotten cantaloupe--this further increased my discomfort. Mr. Allen was a nice man who, at the best of times, had the scent of a very dirty armpit with fecal undertones. It was normally standard operating procedure to keep an empty seat between yourself and Mr. Allen, but today all of God's people within driving distance came to hear God's Apostle speak. It was standing room only and I was packed right next to Mr. Allen, who, as a habitual mouth-breather, was disseminating his malodorous foulness very effectively. Cole was escaping Mr. Allen's breath and much of the heat since she was lying on her pallet on the floor. Dad started making me sit up through the church services when I turned four, so now I was inside Mr. Allen's turd breath zone.
One benefit of sitting next to Mr. Allen was that I was able to get an up close view of his tremendous warts. The warts could be considered disfiguring, but I could not help being transfixed by the carbuncles. The largest wart was on the top right side of his head and was almost an inch in diameter, and then every one to two inches a wart protruded from Mr. Allen's head until the final wart nestled on top of his right eyebrow. In a cruel twist of irony, Mr. Allen had a very scant horseshoe of white gray hair around the sides and back of his head, but three huge coarse curly hairs grew out of each of the eight warts on his head. I had this overwhelming compulsion to reach over and pull one hair out of one of the warts, but of course I did not. I was very worried about these weird thoughts and compulsions I had, I knew I should not have bad thoughts or think ill of others; it could allow Satan to keep me out of the Place of Safety for my wicked thoughts.
I looked at God's Chosen People in the auditorium and was amazed how easy it would be to pick out a church member out of a crowd. Harold Powers made it clear that it was God's mandate that no woman should wear make up or be painted like a whore (I asked Dad what is a whore and he said it was bad woman and that is all I needed to know). Furthermore, women could wear no dress that rose above the knees. The men also had their own prohibitions, the hair must be worn short and sideburns could not come below the middle of the ear. Remember, this was 1968 and the "worldly people" were wearing their hair quite long. Likewise, bell bottoms were strictly prohibited since the drug taking, long haired, rock and roll hippies wore them. Aside from the outward appearance, I noticed that many of God's Chosen People were losers in life's earthly contest. Many had physical afflictions. Most were rather poor and several were the outcasts of society. Mom always told me it did not matter how God's people fared in the "worldly" domain, because soon we would be gods and rule at the right hand of Jesus. Dad always said the first shall be last and the last shall be first. That is probably why Mr. Allen did not have the warts removed. Once God brought Jesus back to rule over the Millennium all physical afflictions would be healed or removed. Also, if Mr. Allen removed the warts, it would show a lack of faith and might keep him out of the Kingdom of God. Of course, it would be fine if a Minister anointed Mr. Allen to have the warts removed, but if they remained that was God's will and he would have to live with the warts until the Millennium arrived. Again, I thought of predestination and wondered if Mr. Allen's warts had a celestial reason for their existence. Predestined?
Harold Powers, God's Apostle, continued his message of Millennial salvation. My earliest memories of "The Church" was thinking Harold Powers was God and Trent, being Harold's son, was Jesus Christ. It made sense to my three year old brain; the ministers always spoke of God the Father and his only begotten son. By five, I knew that the real God and Jesus were up in Heaven until Jesus comes back to cast Satan out of the world. Ironically, when I studied the faces of the other brethren it appeared that they thought he WAS God from the expressions of rapture, reverence, and awe. The brethren not only deified Harold Powers, they had complete faith in his message. Not only did they adhere to Holy Days that mainstream Christians would find strange if not heretical. The Day of Atonement was a good example, since The Church observed a majority of the Old Testament Jewish Holy Days, ate kosher, but also banned the observance of Christmas, Halloween and other "worldly" holidays. Finally, they gave 10% of their income to Powers all year long and additionally gave more offerings on the numerous Church Holy Days. It was expensive preparing the world for the return of Jesus and the casting out of Satan.
Mr. Powers was on a roll that day. We had been sitting on the torturous metal chairs for three hours and God's Apostle showed no signs of concluding his message.The auditorium was very hot because it had no air conditioning and close to two thousand brethren showed up to hear God's Apostle--all emanating heat, unbelievable body stench and an amalgam of toxic bad breaths that had no water pass their lips in twenty hours. To worsen things, my butt was sweating and a tremendous itch began that no amount of squirming could eliminate. I never new why they used the agonizing torture chamber chairs. The one upside were the chairs were excellent fart amplifiers.
My best friend, Richie, once purposefully cut a colossal fart on one of the rigid chairs during a church services; it sounded like 20 men unanimously hammering a tin roof with a ball peen hammer. Rich got five swats for breaking wind in church and the additional penalty of sitting on the malevolent chair with his sore butt for two hours, but WOW was it loud. Richie always claimed it was worth getting the five swats to create such a masterful example of fartmanship.
I am not an atheist, but more of a Quantum Deist. There is a higher power that can and does shepherd his creation in a certain direction. However, no person or organization can lead one to salvation--it is my responsibility to live a moral, ethical, and altruistic life and see where I end up. When I was five, I believed in organized religion and that the organization was the Brethren of the Kingdom of God, or "The Church" as it was termed by the brethren.
The Church was led by Harold Powers, God's Apostle. Trent Powers, Harold's son, was the heir-apparent to run The Church if Harold Powers was no able to fulfill his role as God's Apostle. It was unlikely that anything would happen to Mr. Powers as it was 1968 and the Tribulation was only four years away. The most obedient and worthy brethren of The Church would be whisked away to The Place of Safety, so as not to suffer the Tribulation like the "worldly" people.
At age five I believed in predestination. I did not know what the word meant, but the concept was cemented in my mind. We were God's chosen people so our future was assured. That was why I was so proud that I was fasting for the Day of Atonement for the first time. I was now one step closer of going to The Place of Safety.
The fasting was not easy. I remember my head was pounding nearly as bad as the time the bumble bee stung me near my eye. I looked at my two year old sister, Nicole with a mixture of anger, resentment and jealously. Nicole or Cole, as I had tagged her, was serenely sucking on a bottle of ice cold water while God's Apostle preached the truth in the October East Texas heat. I was 20 hours into the Day of Atonement fast and I was fantasizing about what I would eat once the sun set. I was proud of myself for fasting but with four hours until sunset and the increasing decibels of God's Apostle preaching "the truth"; my headache was worsening.
"Brethren, the days are growing short--even now Satan has put his minions in place. Soon Trent and I will go to Jerusalem to witness the deception of the Anti-Christ and die in the service of Jesus to bring about the Millennium. We will surely die in the streets of Jerusalem, but will miss out on the terrible Great Tribulation that will follow. If you do not obey and render your very hearts to God, YOU WILL NOT BE RESURRECTED AND RULE BY THE SIDE OF JESUS IN HIS KINGDOM. YOU WILL BE CAST INTO THE PITS OF GEHENNA.
I was sitting next to Mr. Allen and his breath smelled like rotten cantaloupe--this further increased my discomfort. Mr. Allen was a nice man who, at the best of times, had the scent of a very dirty armpit with fecal undertones. It was normally standard operating procedure to keep an empty seat between yourself and Mr. Allen, but today all of God's people within driving distance came to hear God's Apostle speak. It was standing room only and I was packed right next to Mr. Allen, who, as a habitual mouth-breather, was disseminating his malodorous foulness very effectively. Cole was escaping Mr. Allen's breath and much of the heat since she was lying on her pallet on the floor. Dad started making me sit up through the church services when I turned four, so now I was inside Mr. Allen's turd breath zone.
One benefit of sitting next to Mr. Allen was that I was able to get an up close view of his tremendous warts. The warts could be considered disfiguring, but I could not help being transfixed by the carbuncles. The largest wart was on the top right side of his head and was almost an inch in diameter, and then every one to two inches a wart protruded from Mr. Allen's head until the final wart nestled on top of his right eyebrow. In a cruel twist of irony, Mr. Allen had a very scant horseshoe of white gray hair around the sides and back of his head, but three huge coarse curly hairs grew out of each of the eight warts on his head. I had this overwhelming compulsion to reach over and pull one hair out of one of the warts, but of course I did not. I was very worried about these weird thoughts and compulsions I had, I knew I should not have bad thoughts or think ill of others; it could allow Satan to keep me out of the Place of Safety for my wicked thoughts.
I looked at God's Chosen People in the auditorium and was amazed how easy it would be to pick out a church member out of a crowd. Harold Powers made it clear that it was God's mandate that no woman should wear make up or be painted like a whore (I asked Dad what is a whore and he said it was bad woman and that is all I needed to know). Furthermore, women could wear no dress that rose above the knees. The men also had their own prohibitions, the hair must be worn short and sideburns could not come below the middle of the ear. Remember, this was 1968 and the "worldly people" were wearing their hair quite long. Likewise, bell bottoms were strictly prohibited since the drug taking, long haired, rock and roll hippies wore them. Aside from the outward appearance, I noticed that many of God's Chosen People were losers in life's earthly contest. Many had physical afflictions. Most were rather poor and several were the outcasts of society. Mom always told me it did not matter how God's people fared in the "worldly" domain, because soon we would be gods and rule at the right hand of Jesus. Dad always said the first shall be last and the last shall be first. That is probably why Mr. Allen did not have the warts removed. Once God brought Jesus back to rule over the Millennium all physical afflictions would be healed or removed. Also, if Mr. Allen removed the warts, it would show a lack of faith and might keep him out of the Kingdom of God. Of course, it would be fine if a Minister anointed Mr. Allen to have the warts removed, but if they remained that was God's will and he would have to live with the warts until the Millennium arrived. Again, I thought of predestination and wondered if Mr. Allen's warts had a celestial reason for their existence. Predestined?
Harold Powers, God's Apostle, continued his message of Millennial salvation. My earliest memories of "The Church" was thinking Harold Powers was God and Trent, being Harold's son, was Jesus Christ. It made sense to my three year old brain; the ministers always spoke of God the Father and his only begotten son. By five, I knew that the real God and Jesus were up in Heaven until Jesus comes back to cast Satan out of the world. Ironically, when I studied the faces of the other brethren it appeared that they thought he WAS God from the expressions of rapture, reverence, and awe. The brethren not only deified Harold Powers, they had complete faith in his message. Not only did they adhere to Holy Days that mainstream Christians would find strange if not heretical. The Day of Atonement was a good example, since The Church observed a majority of the Old Testament Jewish Holy Days, ate kosher, but also banned the observance of Christmas, Halloween and other "worldly" holidays. Finally, they gave 10% of their income to Powers all year long and additionally gave more offerings on the numerous Church Holy Days. It was expensive preparing the world for the return of Jesus and the casting out of Satan.
Mr. Powers was on a roll that day. We had been sitting on the torturous metal chairs for three hours and God's Apostle showed no signs of concluding his message.The auditorium was very hot because it had no air conditioning and close to two thousand brethren showed up to hear God's Apostle--all emanating heat, unbelievable body stench and an amalgam of toxic bad breaths that had no water pass their lips in twenty hours. To worsen things, my butt was sweating and a tremendous itch began that no amount of squirming could eliminate. I never new why they used the agonizing torture chamber chairs. The one upside were the chairs were excellent fart amplifiers.
My best friend, Richie, once purposefully cut a colossal fart on one of the rigid chairs during a church services; it sounded like 20 men unanimously hammering a tin roof with a ball peen hammer. Rich got five swats for breaking wind in church and the additional penalty of sitting on the malevolent chair with his sore butt for two hours, but WOW was it loud. Richie always claimed it was worth getting the five swats to create such a masterful example of fartmanship.
Mr. Powers always sounded like he had root beer bubbles in his voice. He was a good speaker, but the root beer bubbles never went away. He was really hitting his stride: "DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE PLACE OF SAFETY? THEN YOU MUST REPENT AND SUPPORT GOD'S WORK. THOSE WHO DO NOT GO TO THE PLACE OF SAFETY WILL SURELY DIE WHEN SATAN AND THE ANTI-CHRIST REIGN DOWN THEIR SEVEN YEARS OF TERROR--THERE WILL BE FAMINE, WARS, PESTILENCE AND A WORLD WIDE HOLOCAUST FOR THOSE WILL NOT PROSTRATE AT THE FEET OF SATAN AND SWEAR ALLEGIANCE. MY PATH IS ALREADY SET (predestination?), I WILL ASSUREDLY DIE IN JERUSALEM JUST AS REVELATIONS PROPHESIES, BUT I WILL BE RESURRECTED WHEN JESUS RULES THE KINGDOM OF GOD FOR 1000 YEARS OF PEACE. WE WILL BECOME GODS-- WE WILL RULE OVER THOSE WHO MOCK US NOW. THEY WILL BE OUR SERVANTS, AND WE "THE CHOSEN ONES", WILL RULE AT THE RIGHT HAND OF JESUS!!
Just then, Powers slammed his hand on the podium and actually woke a few people up. However, Mom suddenly stiffened and a deep guttural growl came from within her. She then stiffened even more and then flung herself on Dad's shoes. She then kicked and literally screamed as if she was in extreme pain while one of her feet kicked Cole in the head causing her to open her eyes and started crying. Dad did his best to subdue Mom and several helped carry her to the back of the auditorium to the bathroom area. I was very frightened, but at the same time embarrassed by her disruption of the services. Richie's mom, Aunt Nancy, helped Cole and I get to the area where Dad was cradling Mom's head in his lap as a minister prayed over her. I now know Mom was having an epileptic grand Mal seizure, after which Mom had a period of time where she rambled in very disjointed sentences, spoke to people that were not present, and many times she would digress to a point where she acted as if she were in school or she was sixth or seventh grade. There were many anti-seizure medications, but Mom would not take them because she new God would heal her.
The more stress Mom was under the more seizures she had. When she went to college, where she met Dad, she had some extremely bad gran Mal seizures. Word quickly spread that Mom was possessed. Her room-mate swore she saw their toothbrushes floating in mid air. It was all rumor, in some circles she was ignored. Looking back what frustrates the Hell out of me is a few simple pills would have stopped or lessened her malady. But, that is now, back then the ministers knew all. Some praying, a couple drops of olive oil, and Mom was better. HORSE FECES, there were many times Mom would have a spell in the middle of night and scare the Hell out of Cole, but, most mornings she would wake kind of normal. And I assure you no minister and his olive oil anointed Mom.
Was this my first inkling of the predestination heresy--it probably was. No anointing or laying on of hands made Mom's seizures stop. There was a point in the late 1950's when Mom took the medicine and it greatly reduce her spells. Yet, when she arrived at the College of the Brethren, she was strongly admonished about the drugs as God will heal anything that was causing her problems. It turned out to be unadulterated pig sheist. Even when I was five I knew God was very selective in his miracles. I fervently prayed for a TV to pop up on my wall so I would not be so bored while napping--it did not happen. Maybe I did not pray hard enough, but I fervently wanted the TV. Why did God not answer me?
Now Mom was starting to come out of her spell, but was still really incoherent, talking gibberish and such. And that is when I had the overwhelming and instant need to vomit in a monumental fashion. This was not the type of vomit that one could swallow if to embarrassed to vomit in public. My vomit in the next second was going to be projectile and vile vomit. I had no time to make it to the bathroom so I turned and let loose a torrent of incredible volume for one my size. Was this vomiting a sign of my family's predestination. Being ostracized by friends for going to Church on Saturday and not being able to celebrate Christmas or Halloween (after Dad was fired from the college and we moved from the only home I ever knew)--or was it the banning of lay brethren from dating College Brethren-- or was it the missing out on athletic Scholarships because I could not compete on Saturdays. Maybe, it was the minister whom drove me to the church National Track meet that wanted to strip naked each night and give each other massages. Perhaps, it was the ban on the Church's college girls--yet the vomit continued on its own volition. I could not stop it--it was as if I was taking penance for my future trials. The drinking on the Holy Day's when I was 16, the premarital sex (as much and as often as possible). It may have been my later conviction that the Church was a bunch of crap and the whole lot of the Brethren could bugger off. Maybe by taking that position God turned his back on me, but as time went on I realized that Gehenna was not coming and I was doing just fine thank you.
As the vomit started to reduce I realized I had vomited of one of the ministers stylish white shoes and a matching belt that gave him the conservative "mod" look. The minister looked at me with righteous disgust and took a handkerchief out to wipe his shoes. He then said between clenched teeth, "You little bastard have you ever heard of using a bathroom--go get me some paper towels to wipe this mess up." Unfortunately for the the white-shooed minister I had just enough bile left in my stomach to stain his stylish paisley tie with a rather garish yellow-green muck of indelible puke that could never be removed from the vain minister's tie. Richie later said that was twice as good as his masterful percussionist fart.
I did not know what a "little bastard" was, but the fashion in which it was spoken to me made me understand that one should shy away from being a "little bastard". I was doing the walk of shame since I had just puked on a rather important member of the Church. That was when I began to believe in predestination--It looked as Mom and I would miss out on the place of safety, her being "demon possessed" and I being a little bastard. There was still time though, it was only 1968, maybe I could do something about being a little bastard. In the end, 1972 came and passed and know body went to The Place of Safety, or the following year and the year after that. In fact the prophesied Tribulation never came.
I soon learned what a little bastard was and I was certainly not one. But, there were months where I could not sleep, because of my fear of being left behind.
Now I look back at those days with a little amusement. There were deacons and ministers that one could liken to Hitler's SS. They were there to guard the Church and the "Truth". Now, the Church has splintered as if one hit a china dish with a 16 lb mallet. I wonder how the ruling class of the Church of old was handling not being an important fish in relatively good sized pond. Now, nobody gave a crap if they were deacons or elders. Most of the splinter groups were just trying to put back a gospel that all could live with and the uber-deacons and elders had to check their enormous hats and egos at the door.
I'm still not sure about predestination--the flashing insights I had into my future life did seem to have some merit, but was it because I had been indoctrinated into the church or did I have a guttural mystical experience. I am not sure, and guess it does not matter as much as a warm bucket of spit. I do know what Hell is like and Hell on earth was the manipulation, mistreatment and malfeasance of the brethren of the "Kingdom of God". I got out when I was 18, but still have dreams of having to hurry so we could go to The Place of Safety. What of those that came to the realization that they had been fed forty years millenial mendacities.
The "Church" no longer exists in the unified form as it did in the 1960's. The vain minister I puked on was found dead in a closet in what seemed to be an act of self-sexual aphixisation. Both the Powers are dead. They had a sad and meaningless power struggle over who would be the head of the church--which was non-existent two years later. The minister that molested me is still preaching somewhere--I guess God forgives those that really repent, but who knows we waited for the end of the world and it never happened, so maybe he is still into naked full body rub downs with sixteen years old boys.
In the end, I guess none of this means much when/if we meet our Creator. I do know being a slave to predestination turns one into a meek, malliable, automotons. And if one is an automoton predestination may exist. I choose the road that the carrion eating, billboard, TV Sunday self-promoters do not take--that of extorting as much money and ego from their flock. There is a God and I visit him every time I go for a long bike ride or run, or just having a quiet moment with my daughter--unconditional love, the supernatural, celestial love only a deity can bestow upon a person. The clarity and euphoria after these sessions no man can create or cause to be created. Sorry Jim Bakker you cannot give me these moments of peace, satisfaction, and true belief in God. Besides, I can sing to myself while I am running without a soul knowing it. I lived through the Tribulation, the potential end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine).
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Zen Year in Review 2
The existential comedian side of me wanted to post the title "The Zen Year in Review" and then have no actual texts since Zen is about being in the moment the Zen year in Review would essentially be the moment you wrote "The Zen Year in Review", and as you can see by this long run on sentence it would be a joke that few would get and if it takes this much explanation to describe the humor it probably is not that funny. But damn, it really is clever for any twisted existentials with a Zen leaning that find self-apparent ironies prettied up with post-graduate terminology. As many of you know from my investigative work on the death of Gonzo journalists and my own creation of a new literary style, I will experiment, but more often than usual my self-acclaimed movement of post-modern Neo Gonzoism creations are the lack of understanding proper grammar, but in this case I think there is some actual content or "content" or meaning or "self-validation" of this spewing of words in the context of the Zen year in review. James Joyce actually used this style but in a more literary and literal style. I am using it as a form of Zen meditiation a stream of consciousness, that really is going through my head. Actually, I think that is what Joyce was doing with Finnegans Wake or the other one I did not understand. But my is more important at this moment because it is happening in this moment and it was James Joyce that started this moment in the universe in motion with his works, but I am less literary in the traditional sense with the insertion of my real life, or my literary real life, which could be different from my literal life, literally. So in a sense this is a confluence of Literary Giants such as James Joyce, Hunter S. Thompson, Lester Bangs and Alfred E Neuman. You know you are getting close to the inner Buddha when it gets easier to let the thought or "noise" of your ego blow through your mind, as in the above. But then there are the times when all ego noise and thoughts are quiet. Photographers call it the "Golden Minutes"-- the sun and clouds and shadows and well the universe align and there is this ethereal golden glow that makes the film or shots almost other worldly-- those shots, pictures or portions of film let me fill a little closer to the inner Buddha, or soul, or God, or Holy Guardian Angel, or Grand Architect of the Universe, or the mouse that ate the cheese. But, the Zen golden moment accomplishes the same thing sometimes on a grander scale because there is a point where..............................................................................................................................................................................................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,., a fleeting moment when one does realize that all is one and we are just a minute mote in the moment and that is the whole universe at that moment. Then you get up and walk your dog, pick up the paper and mail the check for the water bill and just when you feel the golden moment of the inner buddha slipping behind the mundaneness of the ego world, you step in a pile of labrador crap from the guys dog across the street and you are back in the moment the now, all is sorrow, but that realization is what makes "the now" possible--be able to laugh, it is a universal truth that there will always be change, so the sorrow in the now is fleeting because all is changing and also you wipe the labrador crap off your foot with his newspaper. All is sorrow and laughing is what sorrow requires and as one Holy Yogi said, "If God did not have a sense of humor why would he when designing us put the recreational area so close to the toxic dump." The ego world seems to be returning and I am starting to have an overriding need to start another paragraph so this meditation is done, V out.
,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,., a fleeting moment when one does realize that all is one and we are just a minute mote in the moment and that is the whole universe at that moment. Then you get up and walk your dog, pick up the paper and mail the check for the water bill and just when you feel the golden moment of the inner buddha slipping behind the mundaneness of the ego world, you step in a pile of labrador crap from the guys dog across the street and you are back in the moment the now, all is sorrow, but that realization is what makes "the now" possible--be able to laugh, it is a universal truth that there will always be change, so the sorrow in the now is fleeting because all is changing and also you wipe the labrador crap off your foot with his newspaper. All is sorrow and laughing is what sorrow requires and as one Holy Yogi said, "If God did not have a sense of humor why would he when designing us put the recreational area so close to the toxic dump." The ego world seems to be returning and I am starting to have an overriding need to start another paragraph so this meditation is done, V out.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Marketing Religion
I live in a community where the Evangelists, ministers, preacher and others of the sacerdotal calling are compelled to have TV commercials and billboards. It seems that recruiting is more important than saving souls for their church to function.
This got me to thinking who does the best job of marketing their religion. I think the Buddhist do a great job as they teach all is sorrow until one gains enlightenment. So when you have a good day you think," Hey this Buddhist thing is not all bad." The Buddhist are savvy as they set the bar low in the temporal world--so when something remotely pleasant happens all Buddhists can rejoice.
Hinduism is one I cannot figure out. They seem to be seeking the same enlightenment as the Buddhists, but do it in a very different manner. They have all these different gods that they are to pray and worship to cure various elements and bad spirits. Hinduism is much like the Walgreens of religion, as they can fix what ails you and there is always one right around the corner. This is similar to what the Catholics do with their Saints.
It would be easy to throw Catholics and Protestants into the same bowl so for brevity I will. Where I think Christians go wrong is their continuous exclamations of the Kingdom of God being restored on earth. I was part of a cult that believed that for the most part the beginning of the end of the world would start in 1972. Most of the Sermons would be something like this:
That's great it starts with an earthquake. Birds and snakes and aeroplanes Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane listen to yourself churn. World serves its own needs dummy serve your own needs. Speed it up a notch speed grunt nose street burn. The ladder starts to clatter with dinner fight down height. Wire in a fire room represent the southern gangs. In a government for hire and a combat site. Lefty wasn't coming in a hurry.With the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters grapple trunk tethered crop. Look at that low plane fine then. Uh oh overflow population cornered. But it'll do save yourself serve yourself. World serves its own needs listen to your heartbeat.Tell me that the reds are in the reverend in the right right? You patriotic patriotic slam fight right might feeling pretty psyched.
Needless to say the severe tones of these sermons toned down after 1972. But, besides the pre-mellinal view of Christianity--they just oversell it. You will pass on and be greeted by your family and loved ones and there is an unlimited supply of HoHoes since Angelic beings do not gain weight. This is just a bit of oversell, plus the only person who returned from heaven did not have it turn out quite so well, and while we are on that point, what was the Son of God doing with a Mexican name.
The biggest marketing quandary of the major religions is that of Islam. It is termed the Religion of Peace, but with the suicide bombing they are killing of their client base.
Maybe, religious marketing is not a point one should dwell upon. However, Jesus and his apostles did a lot of marketing. Buddhas' message spread throughout the Asia, there had to be some marketing involved to make this happen. I don't know how the Hindus did it if they did, but it is still around so their customer retention is laudable. It is the Muslims that have me in a quandary, they are rabid in their beliefs but willing to die and kill the infidel in the name of Allah. This is so they can primarily go to paradise for their 72 virgins. I think it is now time to do a statistical study on the deaths of Muslim virgins compared to Muslim martyrs. I have a feeling a few of those "virgins" are getting passed around a couple of times--just my opinion.
This got me to thinking who does the best job of marketing their religion. I think the Buddhist do a great job as they teach all is sorrow until one gains enlightenment. So when you have a good day you think," Hey this Buddhist thing is not all bad." The Buddhist are savvy as they set the bar low in the temporal world--so when something remotely pleasant happens all Buddhists can rejoice.
Hinduism is one I cannot figure out. They seem to be seeking the same enlightenment as the Buddhists, but do it in a very different manner. They have all these different gods that they are to pray and worship to cure various elements and bad spirits. Hinduism is much like the Walgreens of religion, as they can fix what ails you and there is always one right around the corner. This is similar to what the Catholics do with their Saints.
It would be easy to throw Catholics and Protestants into the same bowl so for brevity I will. Where I think Christians go wrong is their continuous exclamations of the Kingdom of God being restored on earth. I was part of a cult that believed that for the most part the beginning of the end of the world would start in 1972. Most of the Sermons would be something like this:
That's great it starts with an earthquake. Birds and snakes and aeroplanes Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane listen to yourself churn. World serves its own needs dummy serve your own needs. Speed it up a notch speed grunt nose street burn. The ladder starts to clatter with dinner fight down height. Wire in a fire room represent the southern gangs. In a government for hire and a combat site. Lefty wasn't coming in a hurry.With the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters grapple trunk tethered crop. Look at that low plane fine then. Uh oh overflow population cornered. But it'll do save yourself serve yourself. World serves its own needs listen to your heartbeat.Tell me that the reds are in the reverend in the right right? You patriotic patriotic slam fight right might feeling pretty psyched.
Needless to say the severe tones of these sermons toned down after 1972. But, besides the pre-mellinal view of Christianity--they just oversell it. You will pass on and be greeted by your family and loved ones and there is an unlimited supply of HoHoes since Angelic beings do not gain weight. This is just a bit of oversell, plus the only person who returned from heaven did not have it turn out quite so well, and while we are on that point, what was the Son of God doing with a Mexican name.
The biggest marketing quandary of the major religions is that of Islam. It is termed the Religion of Peace, but with the suicide bombing they are killing of their client base.
Maybe, religious marketing is not a point one should dwell upon. However, Jesus and his apostles did a lot of marketing. Buddhas' message spread throughout the Asia, there had to be some marketing involved to make this happen. I don't know how the Hindus did it if they did, but it is still around so their customer retention is laudable. It is the Muslims that have me in a quandary, they are rabid in their beliefs but willing to die and kill the infidel in the name of Allah. This is so they can primarily go to paradise for their 72 virgins. I think it is now time to do a statistical study on the deaths of Muslim virgins compared to Muslim martyrs. I have a feeling a few of those "virgins" are getting passed around a couple of times--just my opinion.
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