This guy's blog doesn't like us because we love porn and hate religion. Jealous much? Well see, the truth of the matter is that sexual attraction to images or to words describing sexual imagery is PERFECTLY NATURAL. Science tells us that evolution has made our brains enjoy sex so much because it leads (without a condom) to procreation. So why does religion feel the need to suppress what nature has installed into our brains? I honestly want to know the answer to this. Even my best friend who's a Catholic doesn't believe porn and masturbation are wrong. for the love of all things holy, can we sack these fundamentalist nutbags?
The last paragraph on his blog is what really irks me.
LACKING MORALITY?
- I go to Catholic school and have since kindergarten. Now of course they teach us social justice and morality according to the Bible. We hit high school and just about every kid in my grade claims they are good people because they are Christians. Then they go around talking about everyone behind their backs, drawing penises and taping them to the wall, cheating on their girlfriends, and then acting like jerks in class by calling out shit like penis. (c'mon, are we all ten?)
But apparently the fact that I refuse to act that way doesn't discourage them from telling me I'm a satanist for not believing in God.
They ask me, so what do you believe in?
I believe in love and be good to other people. Do as you please, just don't hurt me or other people around you. (unless they're turned on by it 0.o)
But I'm still evil because I don't believe in magic and don't believe God's going to help you with anything(cause he doesn't exist). In fact, the reason why we have to work to make our communites, minds, lives, and the lives of those around us better is because he does not exist. No god will do anything to take suffering away, we have to do it ourselves. Solidarity my friend, Solidarity.
We don't intrinsically as human beings have the ability to come to a conclusion about what is right and what is wrong? We don't need a book to tell us not to steal and murder and rape. If you do, there is something really fucked up with you.
Thank you, Paster Tom, for giving me something to write about today! :D
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
weird-ass fucking dream
In my dream last night, I was Tara from True Blood. I was sitting inside one of those two people airplanes when all of a sudden some bitch grabs me by the collar and throws me out of it. She climbs into my seat and the little glass cover goes over them. As they're taking off I grab the plane and stick one foot into the hole where the wheels at the bottom go in (somehow it seems I believe that will keep me on a moving airplane at 5,000 feet)
SO! here I am with my foot stuck in an airplane when out of nowhere I just HAPPEN to have a gun and I manage to say something about saving my kid or "bitch, you aint gonna get away with this" and shoot the window. I fall so that I'm trailing behind the plane by my foot. Next to me there's a cloth hanging out the wheel hole so I grab onto that and it also keeps me on the plane. I'm just thinking, "this is real life this time not a dream I could actually get hurt."
The guy who's flying the plane decides it might be a good time to land. Now this part I don't remember, I don't remember how I got back to the ground, but it made sense to my unconscious mind. Suddenly I'm myself and not Tara anymore. The pilot walks around to the back of the plane and I make a joke about how he's going there to get my luggage. He rolls his eyes at me and I wake up thus making me realize that it was just a dream.
SO! here I am with my foot stuck in an airplane when out of nowhere I just HAPPEN to have a gun and I manage to say something about saving my kid or "bitch, you aint gonna get away with this" and shoot the window. I fall so that I'm trailing behind the plane by my foot. Next to me there's a cloth hanging out the wheel hole so I grab onto that and it also keeps me on the plane. I'm just thinking, "this is real life this time not a dream I could actually get hurt."
The guy who's flying the plane decides it might be a good time to land. Now this part I don't remember, I don't remember how I got back to the ground, but it made sense to my unconscious mind. Suddenly I'm myself and not Tara anymore. The pilot walks around to the back of the plane and I make a joke about how he's going there to get my luggage. He rolls his eyes at me and I wake up thus making me realize that it was just a dream.
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