Okay, so just read a post about every freaky christians best friend, Pat Robertson, where he called homosexuality a form of "demonic posession"...give me a fucking break! Demonic possession...okay, I have heard some pathetic statements in my time from some true bigots, but that one takes the cake! To criticize someone elses lifestyle like that is not only pathetic, it just goes to show that apparently good old Pat hasn't got a dick that would satisfy an ant let alone the dried up crone he calls a wife!
To demean and disrespct another human beings life makes you no better than scum...sounds like you and your new bedfellow Kirk Cameron have yet more hate to spread...you sir are no better than the KKK or the Aryans who destroyed, raped, and murdered innocent people because of their own hated. You sir, are no better than Hitler, a man so prejudiced that his actions, and the actions of his followers let to the death of 6 million people! You pathetic, racist, sorry ass motherfucker...you deserve to burn in hell for your thoughts and your actions..."demonic possession"? Really? Well then guess what, I am happy to live and communicate and be freinds and love the people you call demons....Rot in hell Patty boy, i hope you and your WBC cronies will enjoy your new home.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Quote
Oh my god, I'm back again! Sorry, had to do it! Anyway, I forgot that I don't have a class at 11 anymore, so I came back over here just for a quick note...a quick quote staring me in the face...."it is said that the worth of something is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it."
Interesting quote isn't it? Let me write it again, all by itself so you can really see it.
"It is said that the worth of something is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it."
Does that mean everything has a price? We can all be bought or sold? Does it mean that anything worth having is something you have to pay for in one way or another? Or is it just some words thrown together in the hopes that it makes sense to someone?
Break it apart...
"the worth of something"---what is something? is it life? death? love? hate? a new house? a new car? a million dollars? there are six somethings listed there...what are their individual worth? the worth of life...living it, learning from it, making it memorable maybe? the worth of death...learning from it, remembrance? the worth of love...to love and be loved in return, to not be lonely? the worth of hate...to understand our prejudices, to acknowledge our faults, to learn to change? the new house, new car, the money..that is all tangible things. they can be measured by a set worth, can't they?
"is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it"----Someone, could that mean anyone? no one? is that a term that encompasses every living being on the planet, or is it a select few? And the last part...willing to pay---everything has a price? everyone has a price? but it that so? How much are you worth? What is your price tag read?...I'm MasterCard baby...priceless!
To say that everyone has a price I think is too cynical...yeah, a lot of people do. They think everything can be set at a number. To put a price on yourself is demeaning. it's saying that you only see yourself being worth x amount of dollars, or x amount of time. That isn't true, and it only is if you allow it to be. If no one can buy or sell you..than your worth is MasterCard. You are priceless. If you have to be a price, be that one!
"It is said that the worth of something is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it."
Interesting quote isn't it? Let me write it again, all by itself so you can really see it.
"It is said that the worth of something is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it."
Does that mean everything has a price? We can all be bought or sold? Does it mean that anything worth having is something you have to pay for in one way or another? Or is it just some words thrown together in the hopes that it makes sense to someone?
Break it apart...
"the worth of something"---what is something? is it life? death? love? hate? a new house? a new car? a million dollars? there are six somethings listed there...what are their individual worth? the worth of life...living it, learning from it, making it memorable maybe? the worth of death...learning from it, remembrance? the worth of love...to love and be loved in return, to not be lonely? the worth of hate...to understand our prejudices, to acknowledge our faults, to learn to change? the new house, new car, the money..that is all tangible things. they can be measured by a set worth, can't they?
"is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it"----Someone, could that mean anyone? no one? is that a term that encompasses every living being on the planet, or is it a select few? And the last part...willing to pay---everything has a price? everyone has a price? but it that so? How much are you worth? What is your price tag read?...I'm MasterCard baby...priceless!
To say that everyone has a price I think is too cynical...yeah, a lot of people do. They think everything can be set at a number. To put a price on yourself is demeaning. it's saying that you only see yourself being worth x amount of dollars, or x amount of time. That isn't true, and it only is if you allow it to be. If no one can buy or sell you..than your worth is MasterCard. You are priceless. If you have to be a price, be that one!
"It is said that the worth of something is measured by how much someone is willing to pay for it."
Nothing Special
The title to this might suggest that I am about to write something that might be a put down. That is where you would be wrong. To me, I see the phrase "nothing special" to mean what might not be special to some, has meaning to someone else. Everyone has things that they like or dislike..things they find worthy and not worthy...
You're Worthy!
Music, movies, television, literature, art....the media can make you see yourself as either one or the other. As you can see above, sometimes the best thing you can do is make fun of it. Laugh at yourself, laugh at the insanity of it all. Some of the best moments are the moments that make you laugh...
Cute guys who curse like sailors
always says Yes to me!
And even the moments that make you cry...
Ditto...just Ditto
Its the songs that make you cheer....
Freddie! Freddie!
And the songs that make you cringe...
Death to the Purple Bastard!
It's everything and nothing...Everything is something special and nothing special...its all how you look at it...Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...Just ask this guy...
Music, movies, television, literature, art....the media can make you see yourself as either one or the other. As you can see above, sometimes the best thing you can do is make fun of it. Laugh at yourself, laugh at the insanity of it all. Some of the best moments are the moments that make you laugh...
always says Yes to me!
And even the moments that make you cry...
Its the songs that make you cheer....
And the songs that make you cringe...
It's everything and nothing...Everything is something special and nothing special...its all how you look at it...Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...Just ask this guy...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Random Thoughts and Killing Time
So, another day, in the hallway. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. And almost 2 hours to kill. Sometimes it seems that all we do...kill time until the next thing comes along. Been wondering about that lately, don't know why. Yesterday was a strange day, in more ways than one. Sometimes I wonder about people. I gave up wondering about myself years ago. My mantra is...I've Always Been Crazy, But It's Kept Me From Going Insane. (Thank You, Waylon Jennings for my mantra).
So, onto the ramblings of this post, whatever they might be. I don't have a plan, a set topic, then again most of the time I don't. After I finish up today, I'll be done for the rest of the week. Right now, I find myself sitting and watching people...young people. Feels weird calling them young, cause I am young myself, but I have noticed the ones younger than I am...the "20-somethings"...it's scary, very scary.
This new breed, this up-and-coming generation truly scares the hell out of me. They think they know everything, act like they are far superior, and dress either like a 10 cent hooker or a homeless person. The 10 cent hookers are what I have been seeing all morning. Seriously, girls, if it just a piece of fabric big enough to blow your nose..it is NOT a suitable piece of clothing! If a tic tac is bigger than your top...change your top! If you want the whole world to know everything physical about you but your eye color, keep dressing like a tramp. There is such a thing as taste, look into that, I beg you.
When you see these barbie dolls, it makes you wonder why they think they need to dress like they belong on a stage or a street corner. They look like poster girls for either pedophiles, human traffickers, or just the leeches leering in corners. If that is what you think of yourself, then guess what, your insecurities trump the hell out of my own. Why is it so important to have a style guru..what does Kim Kardashian have that normal women don't? Besides an overblown ego and an ass that is already beginning to sag? Why is she your "guru"? She's too messed up to be anything for anyone, even herself.
These "women" aren't real. They are made up, they are fictional characters who live in some sort of twisted, fractured fairy tale. Where the amount you spend dictates your popularity, where how many times you have been to rehab or married determines your social status. This isn't Hollywood, no glitz, no glamor, no grand determining factors...like Ben Stiller wrote...Reality Sucks.
But reality isn't even that anymore...when its telling young girls that to be appreciated in this world you have to be a size 0, blonde, and a vapid airhead. Or its telling young men that it's cool to beat your girlfriend and demean her. Or it puts more focus onto your bank account than your bankability.In the old days one of the biggest style icons was Marilyn Monroe, born Norma Jean Baker, a brunette mind you, a size 12 brunette. Put some bottle blonde on her, change her name and viola..a sex symbol. Change the perception, and create your own. But you wonder, if good ole Norma Jean hadn't become Marilyn...would she be alive today?
It's difficult enough in the world today without wondering who you have to be from one week to the next. When you have to change your style like you change your socks. What does it matter to you? The idea of being an individual has gone out the window in a lot of ways. Everyone wants to be someone else. The days of being yourself, thinking for yourself, being proud of yourself have all but gone away. Now it's everyone for someone else, that someone else is basically the flavor of the week. Next week, onto the next. Hollywood is dead, it isn't real, it is nothing but an elaborate system of smoke and mirrors. But we buy into it. Hook, line and sinker. We want to be that glamorous person, live that glamorous life, but that starlet or that leading man...but you don't understand one thing...that isn't real! Sorry ladies, George Clooney isn't going to sweep you off your feet, Johnny Depp isn't going to be your baby daddy. And, to the men, sorry boys, but Angelina Jolie wouldn't find you attractive. Pamela Anderson wouldn't give a rats ass about you, and only men like George Clooney can get a woman like Stacy Keebler.
What you seek is inside yourself. You can be that glamorous person and never leave your hometown, you can be special and never be famous. Ask yourself one question, what would you say if the celebrity whose life you crave said that they wanted your life? Would you believe them? Laugh in their face? Or would you instead offer them an glimpse into what you deal with everyday? Maybe they'd enjoy the mundane, the boring, the black hole that you see yourself living in. Because they can't. Their lives are not their own, they are paraded around the ring like the Best In Show at Westminster. They aren't seen as people, but as almost property, and we are the ones who own them. Slavery isn't dead, it's just called celebrity now. It doesn't discriminate, it can be black, white, brown, blue, purple..in Hollywood it's everyone. But yet, we still want to be in that world...maybe that's human curiosity, maybe we are all basically the Marquis De Sade, and we want the pain, we don't really know.
The video above says it very simply....."Hollywood is dead. You can find it in yourself."
So, onto the ramblings of this post, whatever they might be. I don't have a plan, a set topic, then again most of the time I don't. After I finish up today, I'll be done for the rest of the week. Right now, I find myself sitting and watching people...young people. Feels weird calling them young, cause I am young myself, but I have noticed the ones younger than I am...the "20-somethings"...it's scary, very scary.
This new breed, this up-and-coming generation truly scares the hell out of me. They think they know everything, act like they are far superior, and dress either like a 10 cent hooker or a homeless person. The 10 cent hookers are what I have been seeing all morning. Seriously, girls, if it just a piece of fabric big enough to blow your nose..it is NOT a suitable piece of clothing! If a tic tac is bigger than your top...change your top! If you want the whole world to know everything physical about you but your eye color, keep dressing like a tramp. There is such a thing as taste, look into that, I beg you.
When you see these barbie dolls, it makes you wonder why they think they need to dress like they belong on a stage or a street corner. They look like poster girls for either pedophiles, human traffickers, or just the leeches leering in corners. If that is what you think of yourself, then guess what, your insecurities trump the hell out of my own. Why is it so important to have a style guru..what does Kim Kardashian have that normal women don't? Besides an overblown ego and an ass that is already beginning to sag? Why is she your "guru"? She's too messed up to be anything for anyone, even herself.
These "women" aren't real. They are made up, they are fictional characters who live in some sort of twisted, fractured fairy tale. Where the amount you spend dictates your popularity, where how many times you have been to rehab or married determines your social status. This isn't Hollywood, no glitz, no glamor, no grand determining factors...like Ben Stiller wrote...Reality Sucks.
But reality isn't even that anymore...when its telling young girls that to be appreciated in this world you have to be a size 0, blonde, and a vapid airhead. Or its telling young men that it's cool to beat your girlfriend and demean her. Or it puts more focus onto your bank account than your bankability.In the old days one of the biggest style icons was Marilyn Monroe, born Norma Jean Baker, a brunette mind you, a size 12 brunette. Put some bottle blonde on her, change her name and viola..a sex symbol. Change the perception, and create your own. But you wonder, if good ole Norma Jean hadn't become Marilyn...would she be alive today?
It's difficult enough in the world today without wondering who you have to be from one week to the next. When you have to change your style like you change your socks. What does it matter to you? The idea of being an individual has gone out the window in a lot of ways. Everyone wants to be someone else. The days of being yourself, thinking for yourself, being proud of yourself have all but gone away. Now it's everyone for someone else, that someone else is basically the flavor of the week. Next week, onto the next. Hollywood is dead, it isn't real, it is nothing but an elaborate system of smoke and mirrors. But we buy into it. Hook, line and sinker. We want to be that glamorous person, live that glamorous life, but that starlet or that leading man...but you don't understand one thing...that isn't real! Sorry ladies, George Clooney isn't going to sweep you off your feet, Johnny Depp isn't going to be your baby daddy. And, to the men, sorry boys, but Angelina Jolie wouldn't find you attractive. Pamela Anderson wouldn't give a rats ass about you, and only men like George Clooney can get a woman like Stacy Keebler.
What you seek is inside yourself. You can be that glamorous person and never leave your hometown, you can be special and never be famous. Ask yourself one question, what would you say if the celebrity whose life you crave said that they wanted your life? Would you believe them? Laugh in their face? Or would you instead offer them an glimpse into what you deal with everyday? Maybe they'd enjoy the mundane, the boring, the black hole that you see yourself living in. Because they can't. Their lives are not their own, they are paraded around the ring like the Best In Show at Westminster. They aren't seen as people, but as almost property, and we are the ones who own them. Slavery isn't dead, it's just called celebrity now. It doesn't discriminate, it can be black, white, brown, blue, purple..in Hollywood it's everyone. But yet, we still want to be in that world...maybe that's human curiosity, maybe we are all basically the Marquis De Sade, and we want the pain, we don't really know.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Just A Song I Really Like
This is another very short post. I really like this song, it's very etheral and beautiful. I can't believe this is on the soundtrack to a movie like Shrek. Hope you like it.
Monday, March 19, 2012
The Shakespearean Hokey Pokey
Okay, kids, here is my humor for the night, enjoy....O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey=Poke. A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl. To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl. The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
Another Day In (Not) Paradise
So, here I sit, once again, in the hallways of my school. Bored, tired, and ready to go again. Nothing much happens here, just classes where they attempt to teach you things they think you don't know, or you already do but yet, you need to be retrained. I can't say that I don't appreciate what goes on here, I do. Just sometimes, I swear we are dumb ourselves down to be made smart again. Knowledge is supposedly power, but whose power is it? Is the the one gaining or the one giving? Sometimes I wonder if we are getting the truth as it is, or as it is wanting to be. Power is the key word in that last sentence, as if you didn't know. Well, now that rant is over..onto the topic for this post.
Contrary to popular belief this, not everyone sees things the same way. To exercise this point, I ask you, what defines paradise? A beach in Hawaii maybe, some mountain view in Aspen, a crystal lake minus the dude with the chainsaw and hockey mask? Is it a place or simply as state of mind? I think it can be both and it can be neither one. It is what you make it. Everyone defines their life in their own way. But, given the current state of the world and those who live in it, that is not entirely true.
Life has become a spectators sport, only we forget we are playing. We are called off the bench of certain moments and expected to play in a game we have been all but absent from. We claim to have been there, watching, cheering, waiting to be played, but yet, we are all but clueless when given the chance. We are refugees, we are prisoners to things beyond control and meaning. But yet, we are expected to play like we are going for the win in some all important tournament...life.
You see, the way I see it..if we are all playing a game, the same game, but different, why are we all expected to yield the same result? What I do, how I play, and even the times I refuse to shouldn't be dictated by someone else playing their version. Should we or should we not be able to decide what we will and will not do to get ahead?
Everyone has a drive...something that makes them want to do better, run faster, make more money, beat an aggressor, change or stay the same. But, how do we know what makes us do or not do those things? Can you wake up in the morning and know what battles you are going to fight that day? I don't think you can. Things happen, nothing to completely concrete, except of course concrete. Things happen above and beyond our control on a daily basis. But they don't always happen to us. They happen to other people, some we may know and others, we have never heard of them...ever.
Everything we do, has some adverse affect. It is constant, but it is changing. Every second is not counted for, until you make it whatever it is. In the minutes that I have spent writing this, I didn't know every word, every puncuation mark, every thought until I wrote it. I knew what I wanted to convey, but not how I planned on doing it. But here it is, written, albeit, not perfectly, but written in the way that I wanted it to be. In a famous song by The Eagles a line is sung that says "Call someplace paradise....kiss it goodbye." Once you claim to have found what you want, you realize it isn't. Paradise doesn't exist, not the way you think. it is what it is, it is what you make it. What you decide is what you are going to get.....Like the song says...
Contrary to popular belief this, not everyone sees things the same way. To exercise this point, I ask you, what defines paradise? A beach in Hawaii maybe, some mountain view in Aspen, a crystal lake minus the dude with the chainsaw and hockey mask? Is it a place or simply as state of mind? I think it can be both and it can be neither one. It is what you make it. Everyone defines their life in their own way. But, given the current state of the world and those who live in it, that is not entirely true.
Life has become a spectators sport, only we forget we are playing. We are called off the bench of certain moments and expected to play in a game we have been all but absent from. We claim to have been there, watching, cheering, waiting to be played, but yet, we are all but clueless when given the chance. We are refugees, we are prisoners to things beyond control and meaning. But yet, we are expected to play like we are going for the win in some all important tournament...life.
You see, the way I see it..if we are all playing a game, the same game, but different, why are we all expected to yield the same result? What I do, how I play, and even the times I refuse to shouldn't be dictated by someone else playing their version. Should we or should we not be able to decide what we will and will not do to get ahead?
Everyone has a drive...something that makes them want to do better, run faster, make more money, beat an aggressor, change or stay the same. But, how do we know what makes us do or not do those things? Can you wake up in the morning and know what battles you are going to fight that day? I don't think you can. Things happen, nothing to completely concrete, except of course concrete. Things happen above and beyond our control on a daily basis. But they don't always happen to us. They happen to other people, some we may know and others, we have never heard of them...ever.
Everything we do, has some adverse affect. It is constant, but it is changing. Every second is not counted for, until you make it whatever it is. In the minutes that I have spent writing this, I didn't know every word, every puncuation mark, every thought until I wrote it. I knew what I wanted to convey, but not how I planned on doing it. But here it is, written, albeit, not perfectly, but written in the way that I wanted it to be. In a famous song by The Eagles a line is sung that says "Call someplace paradise....kiss it goodbye." Once you claim to have found what you want, you realize it isn't. Paradise doesn't exist, not the way you think. it is what it is, it is what you make it. What you decide is what you are going to get.....Like the song says...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)