Wednesday, 05 May 2010

  • A Glimpse of Finality

       His fingers flutter through the air
     and draw patterns amidst the clouds

     His lips control the weather
        a smile shifts the warm breeze
    and a frown, a downpour

         He crafts words with which they mutter;
       the figures in his mind--people who know him
     He whispers his goodbyes into their ears
             And no one sheds a tear

         He wouldn't want them to

    And he smiles 

     

       I want to thank you. You taught me how to love and be loved. You brought me adventures and friendships I would've missed out on otherwise. I found a place where I can grow and adapt who I am and what I believe in. You gave me the courage to be an adult, to improve myself in ways I never thought possible. Through you, I was blessed with heartache, love, sex, passion, skill, criticism, and various tests of my morality, faith, belief, and ideas. In six years, I've changed so much, that those who started out on my journey with me wouldn't even recognise me. Many from my old schools still don't. I'm so much more outgoing, confident, skilled, and prepared for the life ahead of me.

       And none of it was possible without you to be my guide, my supplement.

       Even through my worst, you were there to hold on to. You gave me a place of security, of freedom, and of self. For all you have done for me, I cannot thank you enough.

       It is with this entry that I close a major chapter in my life, and attempt to start a new one. I'm not sure of so many of my decisions I've made of late, but of this I'm positive. This is the direction I must take, and I will only progress further from here on out. It will be slow going at first, but I know with time and effort, I will prevail in my quest for ultimate betterment. Nietzsche once wrote of the ubermensch, a being that is above humanity. Call me a bit crazy, but I aspire to be likened to such a thing. Human, yet more than. Maybe I've distorted his views of such a thing, but for me, it was always a symbol of something better. Something positive. Something worth looking up to.

       I will better myself, and I will become the adult that I've always dreamt of. 

       And I hope you'll stay by my side through it all.

       I'll see you again soon, Xanga.

     

      And with a flash of brilliant white
    they had a glimpse into finality
        and a view of the future

       And they smiled



Wednesday, 10 December 2008

  • Zeusianism: Religion? Philosophy? What?

       "Man makes religion, religion does not make man." -Karl Marx

       A statement so simple... and yet... here I am at the age of 23 with a thought; a "religious" notion of what goes on in the universe. It was after reading this defining essay by Karl Marx that I had figured out where I wanted to go on my own religious path. It was simple, understandable, and rooted in nothing but imagination, an attempt at being logical, and various philosophies of my very own. It was in this spark of imagination that Zeusianism was conceived; and implemented into my life.

       Before I go on, I must elaborate on the name of my "religion". Any idiot with a brain knows that "Zeus" is a Greek deity that ruled over the other Gods--wielding a thunderbolt, and symbolised by the eagle. I chose the nickname "Zeus" back in 9th grade after conceiving the name of my own metal band: "Zeus The King"; a semi-Grecian themed band (all the members were nicknamed after various Gods that corresponded with their instrument). Thus, Zeus was my new moniker. I spread it to my school papers, my signature, and finally, every internet profile I ever had. To this day, ZTK has survived in the form of written lyrics, and a special place above my last name on my signature. So it was inevitable that when I started out on making my own religious theories that I would once again attribute that moniker to my results: Zeusianism.

       What is Zeusianism? It's a theory that we are all here to learn.
       Building upon my imagination... I thought about the way our galaxy is put together: Planets in a circular orbit; a flaming gas ball in the center. It was then that an idea hit me, and I ran with it. Imagine--if you will--a chemistry set. You will have various tools scattered about your table where everything is set up... but the most pivotal piece is your bunson burner: your fire. Fire has helped advance human civilisation from the stone age to the various ages to follow. Fire has been the source of life, heat, and cooked food. So why not our galaxy? Why not the Sun? Maybe, our galaxy is but an experiment. But by whom? Well, a god I would sumrise. That's right: "A" god.
       It would be odd to expect one infinitesmal being to scatter itself around the universe conducting experiments on its own; despite all prior thoughts being odd in and of themselves. So I then conceived the theory (based off of Buddhism) that mankind does not life but one life... but many. We are reincarnated after we die, and return to Earth in another form. Originally, this idea occured to me due to my feelings that living one life is just too depressing to imagine. I want to experience more; all; everything! So why couldn't I? Why couldn't that possibility exist?! Maybe it does.
       With every reincarnation, we retain a small fraction of the things we've learned in that lifetime--which pools itself in a singular collective consciousness--and we continue to be reborn... until we have learned all that is possible to learn in existence. It is then that we achieve a level of "ascension"; we become... A God.

       So what of other galaxies? Experiments run by "Gods". Some planets are successes (Earth; life), while others are failures (Jupiter, Pluto, Venus, et cetera). Some never make it to the planet "phase" and become stars. While other experiments may have just been scrapped halfway through--or destroyed; asteroids, moons, et cetera.

       And what of the human race? Does "God" care? Honestly, I couldn't answer that question. "God" is a being that I really couldn't fathom outside my limitless imaginations. Maybe it is possible for a deity to take pity, or feel kindness towards our race. It's also possible that "God" is merely a creator, not an instigator. All I know is, I do occasionally pray to "God". In my case (out of sheer levity) I named "Milky Way's God": "Sentient Being 72" (a parody of The Flying Spaghetti Monster and Xenu).

       According to Zeusianism: "Mankind has but one purpose: To explain life. To ponder existence. To learn, understand, and adapt to the mysteries of life and the universe."
       "Mankind has no reason to quarrel over differences in religious, social, or political beliefs. There's no proof one party is inherently right; all opinions are ad hominem and based solely on perspective. Therefore: One's own personal beliefs should never impose upon another's. This is to interfere with their learning, their understanding, and their essence."
       "If one does choose to quarrel; one should do so with a modicum of intellectual attitude. Logic and reasoning are allies to the expanding, accepting mind--and are key to furthering one's understanding of the universe."
       "Choose to think for yourself first, before thinking about what others may expect you to think. An individual opinion is far stronger than a mass collective of like-minded people who lack the ability to think on their own."
       "Share your ideas with the crowd. Regardless of the outcome, the interaction will enhance your experiences, and give you new perspectives; or even unlock new potentialities."

       In closing, I feel that one's religion should empower a person, not smother or de-humanize them. When I pray, I pray for the well-being of other people; never for selfish gain. I try to seek out knowledge, and learn as much as I am able in this form I have taken. This is Zeusianism: A religion, a philosophical view on life... A silly concoction of a material being.

       It is an example of free, individualised thought.

       What do YOU believe, and why?

Sunday, 19 October 2008

  • Settled Dust

       Dusk was setting over the city of Rust Falls. In the dying brush, a rattlesnake raised an alarm as a foot fell close by. Staring angrily at the intruder, the scaly, dead-eyed face followed the footsteps as they trailed off into the distance. It turned slowly, then slithered off to parts unknown.

       Eddie shambled painfully towards the city limits, to a small section known as "Olvidado". Various emaciated corpses stared emptily at him as he passed them by. Small mountains of trash kept them warm as the night wrapped the town in its icy grasp. A small child-like figure began to follow him, tugging at his tattered, dark beige coat every few steps. Eddie turned and laid a vicious eye upon the grotesque creature, causing it to shriek and shrink back. Turning away, he reached into his pocket and produced a shimmering item, then cast it behind him. The creature leapt upon it and scurried back to its owners, proudly displaying the new treasure.
       Soon, other figures began to appear from the shadows -- theirs blanketing the small being's frame in darkness. One would wish it had been quick, but, Eddie trundled off towards the eastern blocks of Olvidado, amidst the screams that paved the dessicated world behind him.     Looking back for a brief moment, the shambling shadows began to depart; their prize won, the gore of their quarry strewn amongst the litter and debris. No one seemed to care. They just laid there, and died.
       The dusty, decaying ruins of Olvidado surrounded him; a maze of worn metal, crumbling brick, and cracked dirt. It hadn't changed since he'd last set foot in town. He coughed out a cloud of reddened dust from his lungs and turned the corner. The wind was starting to pick up and he pulled his coat tighter. He pushed the worn brim of his hat down over his eyes to avoid getting debris in them. Taking up residence against a wall, he waited out the storm. As the waves of speckled chaff flew by, he remembered a song his father used to sing to him as a child.

       "The world is grey. I know they'll put me into the ground at the end of the day. The world is cold. Like my fathers before me, I shall not live to grow old. With her by my side. I will soon lay by my brothers for whom I have died. They will know my name. They will know my name."

       The sound of Eddie's voice, sullen and deep, echoed through the grimy streets. The wind kicked up pockets of flesh, trash, and chipped ground -- along with his voice -- and carried them down the dark alleyways. The only lights around him, were those of the fires the creatures of this town had set. As he leaned against the wall, he stared off into the darkness. They had lit their remaining clothes on fire and were warming their naked frames with the heat. The wind howled, ripped against the iron choked wasteland. The world was far greyer than his father ever knew.
       Eddie coughed again and the cloud of red was denser than before. He pulled his clothing in tight and braved the storm. Darting out from his haven, he made his way through the worst sections of Olvidado. The Forgotten. The despised and hated of Rust Falls. He knew these streets like the back of his hand. He should, after all, he had lived here decades ago. Back in a time when the landscape was lively, blossoming, full.

       A small sign hung on rusty metal coils. It swayed in the wind with a loud creak; it was a familiar sound to Eddie, as the proprietor never saw fit to fix it. He crashed into the door of the shop, and stared around. In the corner was a small fire, in front of which was an old oak chair. Seated in the chair, was a tangle of dirty grey hair. In the fire light, it took on the likening of a burning shrub. How ironic, thought Eddie to himself and he shuffled over to the figure.
       It stood up and faced him with the shriveled face of someone long forgotten, yet closely familiar. His eyes, set close together, stared back dreamily through clouded brown irises. He stroked his thinning beard with thoughtfulness and exclaimed through raspy voice,

       "Eddie... you son of a bitch..."
    *       *       *

       The sun was looming high amongst the clouds. The ground baked and fried in the dessicating heat. Clouds rolled by, amplifying the power of the Heavenly fire when they had gone, and sending lizards to seek refuge under the rocks. Thorogood wiped the water from his lips and lowered his canteen. Beside him stood his brother Vic.
       Thorogood was a thinly built man, who stood 6 feet in height. His skin, a dark pink, fit in well with his dark red attire. Around his neck hung a necklace made of incisors and razor wire. He shifted a toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other; a nervous habit he had acquired over the years. A thin beard and mustache creeped around his mouth and chin.
       Vic stood facing West. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he scanned the wastelands of River County; an ironic name, as there were no active rivers for miles, if any at all. Clad in black and grey, Vic fingered a double-barreled .45 Colt, holstered on his right side. Vic was shorter than his brother by four inches, but filled out a little more than Thorogood.

       "Where do you think he went?" Vic turned towards Thorogood.

       "If I know him, the bastard went west."

       "Vic, are you sure? West? But that's..."

       "Yeah brother. That's home. He probably went to see Barker."

       Thorogood laughed. "Barker? Isn't he dead by now?"

       "Knowing him, no. He was always too damn stubborn to die. But, if "he" went to see Barker... then we'll just have to change his attitude."

       Thorogood ran his hand along his rifle and shifted his weight to his left. "What should we do with "him" when we DO find him?"

       Vic turned to face Thorogood. "We'll make him pay for what he did to Dhalia. A hundred-fold..."

       The brothers smiled and turned to the West. Ahead of them, lay the outlying village of Constance. Beyond that, Rust Falls awaited, like a cloud of death, and decay. Vic smiled at the fortunes of Fate, leading them back to where it all had started. You took something precious from our little sister. Now we're going to take it from you. We're coming for you... Eddie.

    *       *       *

       Barker stared at the man in front of him. Dressed in dark beige, coat torn and tattered, eyes ablaze like the fire in the corner, and bleeding from a sucking wound in his left side; here was Eddie. Barker walked into the back and produced a kit. He grabbed out of it a suture and needle.

       "Damnit son. You've gone and done it to yourself good this time. What do you have to say for yourself..?"

       Eddie just stared at him, gasping for breath. His wound had begun to affect him and the world was streadily changing from grey to black. Barker walked around the counter and grabbed a hold of Eddie.

       "Eddie... I know you didn't come home to stay long. You have somewhere to be don't you? Where the hell are you going?"

       Eddie stared back at his friend, and as the world of blackness engulfed him, he muttered two words that chilled Barker to the core:

       "Los Rocas..."

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

  • Xangacide Club

       This is the season for Xanga contests. But, there's one thing that really needs to be said about these contests:

       THEY ALL SUCK!

       Unlike MY contest, which I will detail below. The theme is simple, and I believe most Xangans will agree that this contest will be the best out of every contest ever conceived. EVER. It will also benefit Xanga greatly in the long run, especially if people take part in it. And trust me, most of you should.

       Here's the concept: The contest is called "Xangacide Club" and the idea is simple: Kill yourself. Yes, I said it. Kill. Your. Self. You see, in the midst of all these contests that don't do much to test you as a person, this contest will give us a REAL chance to see what makes you tick. Of course, you'll die, but "those with the guts get the glory", as it were. But, the idea isn't just as simple as killing yourself. No, no. You MUST get it on film. Whether it be video, or a photo, what-have-you.

       And it gets better. The key idea is to also make your death the most spectacular death imaginable. Set yourself on fire, throw yourself into the middle of a kindergarten class, and try to light all the kids on fire -- for example. Or, you could fill your pockets full of strawberry jam, grab a javelin, and hurl yourself off of a tall building, into a crowd of Scientologists. Seriously, be creative people.
       The best, and most creative deaths will be judged and ranked based off of style, amount of gore, thought put into it, and maxmimum amount of carnage resulted from your death. Bonus points if you take your family with you, or cause deep emotional scarring on said family (more points if you get your friends involved too).
       If you REALLY want MAJOR points, kill yourself in the nude. Nudity, sells. Nudity, is important. You cannot do important things, like donate to charity, hold debates, or direct great movies. So why would you kill yourself fully clothed? Remember, keep it stylish!

       "But, what are the prizes?" you might ask. Well, wait til you see what you have in store!

    1st Place Prize:
    -An obituary written about you in your local paper by a Xangan of your choice
    -1,000,000 credits and Lifetime Premium
    -The entire series of Xena: Warrior Princess/Hercules: The Legendary Adventures on Blu-Ray
    -A copy of "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand (SIGNED!)
    -A copy of any Popular Compilation CD you desire
    -Your Xanga will be memorialized in the newly formed "Intarweb Hall Of Fame" with a gold ribbon next to it


    2nd Place Prize:
    -An obituary written about you in your local paper by curtainsopen
    -500,000 credits and a year of Xanga Premium
    -The entire series of Captain Planet on DVD
    -A copy of "The Dark Tower" by Stephen King (UNSIGNED!)
    -Your Xanga will be memorialized in the newly formed "Intarweb Hall Of Fame" with a silver ribbon next to it

    3rd Place Prize:
    -An obituary written about you in your local paper by BadBoyDoomDaddy
    -250,000 credits and six months of Xanga Premium
    -A copy of "The Black Cauldron" on BetaMax
    -A copy of "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard (HALF-BURNED!)
    -Your Xanga will be memorialized in the newly formed "Intarweb Hall Of Fame" with a bronze ribbon next to it

       Those who don't make the cut, well, just feel good knowing you did something amazing!

       Just remember: Kill yourself, and make it the most amazing death ever conceived.

       Your judges will be:


       Contest Restrictions:

       1. No racism. White people aren't allowed to kill black people, Chinese people, Asians, Indigenous People, or anyone else other than white people. It's racist to do so.
       2. No name calling. Name calling will most likely get you killed before you kill yourself. Non-suicide deaths are not counted in the contest, so hard luck!
       3. Have fun! You can't spell "Suicide" without "fun"... well, at least one out of three letters anyway.

       Good Luck!!!

Saturday, 13 September 2008

  • The Conversation

       He looked across the mahogany table at his acquaintance. Stuffed into a small, but comfortable suit jacket, the other man looked across at him, then turned away -- a fire crackled with life and warmth in front of him, and was his focus at the moment. The acquaintance sniffled and reached down for a cigar. As he brought it up to his lips for a puff, he seemed to be in the deepest of thought. Outside, the crickets sang songs of love, of mating; of life.
       Mandin looked about the room, without moving his head. It was decked in various woods (oak, ceder, maple) and adorned with books; shelves filled with ageless volumes; untold stories and mysteries abounded. His acquaintance was an earthly man, with earthly tastes: this man named "Verik".
       Mandin assumed that "Verik" was definitely a nickname, for his companion of this hour held the air of an Englishman (and the accent too). "Verik" sounded too Norge to properly fit this man. Then again, Mandin wasn't always correct, and people, were just illusions to him.

       Verik cleared his throat and turned back to Mandin.

       "So Jack." his voice rang with the bells of London "What did you make of it all?"

       "Honestly, Verik? I found it to be highly distasteful. Why did you ask me to be involved in the first place?"

       Verik chuckled. "Truthfully told, I figured it would amuse you."

       "But you hardly know me. Why on Earth would you assume as much?"

       "Because in our short time, I've found us to be of same mind; of soul."     He looked into Verik's eyes. Behind their stony greyness, he beheld a look of compassion; of connection.

       The fire leaped and danced, the embers waltzing about, breaking all darkness around it. Mandin thought for a moment. Had they not just met this night? It was but a few hours ago he had been walking along Acrist Street when he had bumped into Verik. He had been wrapped in a grey cloak that matched the stones along the street. Mandin had asked him merely for the time, and time was exactly what Verik had given him.
       Here he was, having gazed upon something that sent shivers and disgust up his spine. There were no words in the human language to adequately describe what he saw. Yet, he felt safe here, comfortable. It was like being home, but he couldn't shake the disgust from his body. It was coating him, like a slime. He desperately wanted to take a shower, to wipe away the filthiness he felt.

       "Does it really bother you that much Jack?"

       "What bothers me is that you know my real name, but I do not know yours."

       "Really..?" Verik began to ponder what Mandin had said, as if it was of a most profound nature He then looked at Mandin with a sly smile. "Do I really know your 'real name'? Or is that just what your birthrights gave to you? What is a 'real name' anyway? Can we have a name?"
       Mandin felt utterly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. He had not been prepared to answer such things, nor did he feel capable (ever) of answering them. Verik saw this written on his face and chuckled.

       "Don't give it too much thought. I'm merely trying to lighten your spirits. I know your 'name' as much as you know mine. Remember, what you call a 'name' is merely the product of the human mind. We have no 'permanent' mark other than our existence. Everything else, is just dust. Unimportant. Futile."

       Mandin thought for a moment and nodded his head in agreement. It seemed surreal -- being here, hearing this, thinking this way -- but he understood. At least, he liked to think so.

       "After all, what should you trust more: The name, or the person behind the name?"

       A wave swept over Mandin as the thought encroached on his senses. A slight understanding in his mind sparked him to speak; to question.

       "But, Verik, back to what you showed me."

       "Yes?" the fire threw lights across Verik's face, giving him an almost sage-like appearance.

       "What.. what was it exactly?"

       "Merely the soul. Humanity. You have seen what others cannot. Which is for the best. Most are not capable of comprehending, let alone withstanding the truths you have seen tonight."

       "How do I know it's true though?"

       "If it were not, would you feel the way you do? The answer is in your bones, your heart, your mind and your soul. You know what is true. You know what is not."

       Mandin wrinkled his brow in annoyance. "I hate that."

       "What?"

       "That enigmatic speech of yours."

       "Life is only intresting when it is an enigma. If you knew everything, would you care as much as you do? What would be your purpose?"

       "To teach others? To spread that knowledge? I would think that would be most proper. Everything has a purpose does it not?"

       "Not necessarily."

       Mandin had to pause at that. It was an answer he did not expect.

       "Sometimes, things just... happen."

       Outside, the crickets' songs began to wane. Verik stood up and stared into the fire.

       "I believe it is time for us to part ways. Know that I will always be here, though I will not always answer."

       Mandin rose, mostly against his will. He began to walk towards the door, but Verik placed a hand on his shoulder.

       "One should never hold all the answers. No one person, being, or object could withstand it. Just, accept and be. Take care my friend. Mind the cold."

       And with that, Jack Mandin found himself standing on the sidewalk. He looked around, and shivered in the brisk October air. He wrapped his coat around him and took a step towards Grisby Lane. He looked back once, but Verik's abode had vanished. Mandin furrowed his brow, and turned eastward. The sun had begun to rise and his body felt renewed. As he stood there, taking in all he had learned, he finally took his first step into the new day.

Thursday, 11 September 2008

  • In un Ricordo di 9/11

    Today, we remember the horrific events of September 11, 2001. When countless innocent lives were lost in what was the most vicious attack on American soil.

    In remembrance of that day, I present the most incriminating picture to date, of those fateful events that caused our nation so much turmoil and pain.

    We will never forget what you did...






    HULK HOGAAAAAAAAAN!

Thursday, 21 August 2008

Friday, 25 July 2008

  • Things Are Heating Up

    Okay, I have to be leaving for work shortly so I will make this in-between entry as brief as possible.

    I'm working on Part II of the Revedeath post and I think it will shape up very nicely. I'll be focusing less on the staff of Revelife and more on the USERS of Revelife and their comments. Suffice to say, I'm shocked at the things I have read. If you are curious about anything, check out the following links:

    Can Women Be Church Leaders?

    God Heals With A Knife - Stop Complaining

    Question Of The Day: Watching Horror Movies

    And of course, the biggest one I'm a part of right now:

    Christians Are Not     Brainwashed And Deluded

    Taken from that entry is the following post of mine:

    Your expression and opinion is far different than that of the person I commented previously. His belief is that his way of life is superiour and that those of MY kind (the uncleansed, so to speak) will never be privy to "ultimate love" unless we accept a religion that we do not agree with. I have no real problem with Christianity, other than the fact that it is grossly misrepresented, abhorrently perverted (especially in modern times) by many followers and zealots, and that a fair number of the "Teachings" found in the Bible can be construed as sexist, controlling, manipulative, demeaning, and depricating to the human being.

    My religious beliefs are in no jeopardy, so I find nothing threatening about your religious beliefs. What I find threatening to ALL of MANKIND is the belief that many Modern Day Christians (not all) hold: "Accept Our Beliefs Or We'll Hurt You". Look at the Westboro Baptist Church. See the damage they do and the people they hurt in "the name of God and His teachings". THAT is what is threatening. People like GuitarGuy, who want everyone else to believe that not believing in Jesus and "God" will inevitably give them the eternal screw over are causing damage to people and the world through psychological threats/warfare. It's insidious and demoralizing. It also goes against the basic teachings of Jesus.

    Worse still, is when someone as zealotous as GuitarGuy try to bend the "rules" of the Bible to meet their own ends. Love Thy Neighbour... Unless He Disagrees With Your Beliefs. Or better yet, "Take Leviticus's writings and take them LITERALLY. God hates Gays. BUT! The passages proclaiming women as inferiour to men? Those are open for interpretation."

    No. If you are taking the Bible literally, you can't just pick and choose what's literal and what is not. The major claim is that the Bible is 100% TRUTH right? Well then doesn't that mean there is no room for interpretation? If I'm to accept Leveticus, and Revelations, and Job, and Mark at face value, what makes those passages any different?

    It's a nonsensical circumstancial backpeddaling that upsets me. It's the egotistical, holier-than-thou mindset that angers me. Not because they are right, but because they are naive, foolish, and ignorant to other people's ideas, beliefs, or feelings. It's not love. It is oppression, degredation, and demoralization, all in the name of glorifying themselves, and their belief system.

    But it must be hard to understand why any of this would offend someone. Very hard indeed.

    I do have to disagree with your last point. True freedom is not found in "the absolute truth, of "God's" Word". True freedom is being able to DECIDE what is TRUTH and what is not. Blindly accepting someone else's viewpoint as TRUTH is not freedom. It is brainwashing. If someone researches and makes the decision that "God's" Word is right for them, that is fine. That is understandable. But I cannot condone mindless, drone-like espousings of the Bible in my face as TRUTH. Especially when I've done MY research and found it all to be not to my liking.

    So while Christians are proclaiming that they are being persecuted, what about me? What about when I have to listen to some Halo Chucker tell me I'm going to Hell and I'm a shitty person because I don't agree with their faith? How is that acceptable? How is that "Loving Thy Neighbour"? Freedom is the ability to CHOOSE; the ability to THINK for oneself; the ability to REASON, to UNDERSTAND, to ACCEPT those around you. Then, and only then (in my opinion) is one truly Free.

    But to say someone cannot and is not Free unless they accept your views, your way of life?

    That is oppression.

    And there you have your filler before my second post about Revelife and how it is just an utter piece of shit. Stay tuned. I'm about to get madder, meaner, and blow your head off with a 12 gauge.

    But for now, I have to take a break. The comments I keep reading are so offensive and upsetting, I feel my anger rising and my IQ lowering.

Wednesday, 23 July 2008

  • Revedeath -- Why Revelife Sucks (Part 1)

       You've probably seen it already. The insipid entries, the "shot-in-the-dark" statements, the intensely self-praising posts, and the positively annoying inclusion of random Bible quotes most likely taken out of context, as is the modus operandi of your typical Modern Day Christian. For those who haven't, or just want to read someone's vendetta against this bullshit, you're in luck. Right now, I happen to be sicker than hell (just got back from a good 10 mile vomit) and cannot sleep. So I will do you all a favour and blog about the shittiness of Revelife and how I feel, they are a plague on our beloved Xanga.

      My first gripe with Revelife is the ridiculous subject matter. Yes, I know this is a Christian based site, but do they ALL have to be such horrible stereotypes of Christians? Each featured contributor just reeks of "I suck Jesus's cock" and lacks the essential functions of intellect, thought, or understanding. It's like reading TheTheologiansCafe minus any real depth. Even then, I hate Theo, so let's not get into that (he's a prick). The first article on Revelife to catch my eye was this little gem: Cursing: Where Should Christians Draw The Line? Sure, it seems harmless enough. After all, many Christians find cursing to be offensive to them AND to "God", but why did I find this to be such a horrendous display of ignorance and naivety? Well a few choice lines led me to this "stunning" revelation. The first of which would have to be:

    "[Y]ou should be so busy blessing people with your words (and the Good News) that there's no room for the other stuff."

       "Other stuff"? What you are talking about are WORDS. Words are just that, WORDS. Words have as much power as you are willing to give to them, much like a child, or an animal and JUST like a child or animal, words are not meant to be discarded or ignored. They are there to convey emotions, ideas, and more. By simply referring to certain words as "others" or "outsiders" or "forbidden" you are putting an ignorant mental block upon those words and closing your mind. The funny thing about words is that there are THOUSANDS of known (and maybe thousands more of unknown) words in existance and you have chosen a select few to be considered "harmful". Now, let me give an example of how you can curse and still "bless" someone:

    "Have a great fucking day! May God love you for-fucking-ever!"

       See? Cursing can be used in so many different ways! Especially the word "fuck", since the word is so uniquely versatile. In fact, it is probably (to my knowledge) the ONLY word in the English language that covers nearly EVERY form of a word possible (verb, noun, adjective, adverb, etc.). So why are Christians afraid of the word? Are words not creations of man, who in turn is a creation of "God", therefore all spoken languages and words thereof are creations of "God" (by your standard)? In essence, then, you are condemning a work of "God". Shouldn't you be cast into Hell for disobeying "God"'s will? I think so!

       Another quote that royally pisses me off and dumbfounds me is this one:

    "But while I don't partake in the usual 4 letter bad words like the F-bomb, the S Word (otherwise known as swords for 1000), Golf, and other delightful expressions... but then there are the gray words where I'm not really all too sure... Like darn, dang, crap, etc... I say these things without thinking and it has never crossed my mind that they were bad... until..."

       Since when is "Golf" a curse word? Unless you're using a euphimism, in which case... WHAT? I have NEVER heard that one before and believe me, I've heard aplenty! Also, fuck you for trying to be funny by inserting a hilarious SNL skit reference in your already shitty blog entry. That was just as lame and shitty as me calling Drak "Simon Cowell" when I found out he was a judge for a Xanga contest. Seriously, it's not funny, it's not clever, and you're still an asshole. Moving on, we come to this part about "gray words". I'm not joking. The author finds the following words to be slightly offensive or possibly offensive: "dang", "darn", and "crap". I can ALMOST understand crap, even though anyone offended by that word most likely thinks their mechanic is the guy feeling up a horse's colon during colic. But "dang" and "darn"?! Are you fucking shitting me?! I'd be more worried about a three year old busting out the old dreaded "Cunt" than "dang" or "darn"!
       I know Christians can be severely uptight, but this is beyond ridiculous. It is this kind of narrow-minded thinking that causes such a dreadful downfall in communication, literature, and intellectual thought. It's a ridiculous limit on speech, an ignorant way of thinking, and just completely irrational on almost every level. So answer me this Christians:

       Why are "curse words" bad?

       I defy you to give me ONE solid explanation that doesn't involve some half-assed "God says so" or "It just sounds evil" answer. In fact, I defy ANY ONE at Revelife to answer that question. I am willing to bet none of you can. To take this one step further, I asked my mother (a devout Christian) about the issue. I gave her the exact same aforementioned question and her response was simply thus:

    "Because I just don't like [cursing]. It takes no thought to curse."

       My response was, of course, to be a bit taken aback:

    "But it takes the same amount of thought to even speak ANY words. In fact, I'm having this conversation with you as I think about work, SPIR, and my PDA and what games I will play on it today. A word is a word and all words take little to no effort to speak. So how are "curse words" any different?"

       She had no response to that. This is because there IS no logical response to it. People are just feeling offended at a SOUND, much like a fart, a queef, or in some radical cases, a belch. Personally, I find anyone who wants to look down on me for saying "This is in-fucking-credible. I just discovered the meaning of life! This is goddamn AMAZING!" just because I happened to use profanity. Hey, don't look at me like that. I just MIGHT find the meaning of life one day and you can be damned sure that I'll curse as much as possible when explaining it. Just to piss the Christians off.

       Another gem of a post is the subject of Astrology: Is It Bad For Christians To Read Horoscopes? In this entry, the author engages (I say "engages" because it is 1 am and I cannot dumb down what this person is attempting to do any lower than that word at the moment; trust me there is NO "engaging" material to be found here) the reader on the subject of just what the title asks. I found something utterly ironic and hilarious in this article in which the author talks to a roommate about their belief in horoscopes:

    "Roommate: I need to wear more makeup today. According to my astrological reading, I'm supposed to meet a dark and handsome stranger in the shadows this afternoon.
    Me: Do you seriously believe in that stuff?
    Roommate: Well, it's kind of weird how true it can be.
    Me: You're delusional."

       Sound familiar? I nearly choked on my morning glass of Mountain Dew chased with tequila when I read this.* A Christian is calling someone "delusional" because they believe in something that seems even the most remotely bit logical to them by way of heavy coincidence and over-generalisations. Another quote comes to mind when I think of that:

    "God works in mysterious ways"

       I mean really, talk about irony. The article goes on to mention that the author avoids horoscopes because they are comprised of "i    mpersonal, blanket advice" which is a very valid point, and admits that he/she does not find it a form of "witchcraft and sorcery, as the Bible insinuates", but! then says that the biggest reason he/she avoids horoscopes is because:

    "I believe in a personal God who DOES know me in and out - a God who "knit me in my mother's womb," as the Psalm goes."

       But wait, wasn't the Bible a document written by messengers of "God"? So, if "God" knows you inside and out, who's to say that "God" is not telling you things about your day through the hand of horoscope writers? I know, that's a hugely retarded theory, but then so is every religious theory out there. Religion itself is nothing more than personal "theory" about what is out there. That's all. So my idea is not quite as farfetched as you might initially think.
       So, after all of this, you would think the entry might end on a slightly intelligent note right? After all, a couple of valid points were raised. But no! No goddamnit no! This is a CHRISTIAN blog entry and we CANNOT end it intelligently or logically! After all this hoopla, we get the following question at the end of the blog:

    "Do you have a problem with horoscopes? Is it okay for Christians to read them, as long as they don't use them for serious purposes?"

       You have got to be shitting me... You just said, and I quote:

    "The reason I don't read horoscopes is not because I'm convicted that they're witchcraft and sorcery, as the Bible insinuates... I'm not so much convicted about horoscope-reading being a sin as convinced that it's pointless for me"

       Now you are asking if it is okay for Christians to take horoscopes seriously. Are you aware of just how contradictory that is? No, I don't believe you do. Because you, are a fucking moron. But, "God" still fucking loves you.
       Of course, there are plenty of blog entries to choose from. Some a little more thoughtful, but not by much, others even more thoughtless (Do Atheists Have Morals?, written by our very own Theologian!), but that would make this entry even longer and divert me and you from the point of this whole ordeal: Revelife is shit. In the next entry, I'll go over the various comments you will find on the site, and my own experience with Revelife's deleting a very harmless comment of mine. Also, I'll point out that one of their contributors is a moronic sexist. Keep on your toes. It's going to get even more fun.



    *I don't drink tequila in the morning. I drink vodka!

Sunday, 20 July 2008

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    A Little Bit Of This, A Little Bit Of That

    I was writing poetry again for the first time in awhile and I was really proud of myself. In the space of 10 minutes I had written three very intricate poems (one not intricate in the form but rather the word play) that I considered the best poems I had ever written. The titles were "Something", "Twitch", and "Clips". All three had different styles, themes, everything. But, I made the mistake of saving them on my PDA. The PDA crashed while I was playing Chrono Trigger, and the system restarted. I lost everything. But, luckily for me, I remembered ONE of those poems and wrote it down. It's a "dialogue" so, keep that in mind.

    Something

       See that?
    I see nothing
       It's over there
    There is nothing
       It is still a thing; an amazing thing
    Nothing is nothing
       Oh! That is still a thing, a thing, a marvelous thing; a truth!
    That makes no sense
       Nothing does

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    I also wrote (today) another poem which I think is just plain mean. I was thinking of Tim Burton's poetry book and Shel Silverstein's darker poems when I wrote it.

    Message

    Your mother had a message for you but I forgot what it was
    Your mother thought it was important and this is because
    Your mother wanted you to know how it is she really felt
    Your mother said to give you the message because it would help
    Your mother knew you were in trouble, that you needed her
    Your mother said so much to me that now it's all a blur
    Your mother said something so important I must recall what she said
    Your mother said some wonderful words... never mind... your mother's fuckin dead

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    So there you go. Two new poems. Gotta love it.

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