I'm a total pacifist.
Physical violence actually offends me because it is the most savage display of the ego.
Whether it is a street-fight or boxing on the television, it all comes from the same proliferation of caveman-like mentality that both sickens and saddens me.

This attitude also extends toward the military.

I do not have any patriotic frenzy that accompanies any mention of 'supporting the troops'.
In my estimation ANYthing that war can accomplish, peace can do better.
Killing someone is the worst possible thing i can think of doing,
and no amount of war propaganda can convince me otherwise.
Given the choice of 'defending my country' or going to Jail,...
i would gladly live behind bars.

During a conversation with a war enthusiast,
they asked me what i would do hypothetically if armed forces from an invading country broke in to my home to attack my loved ones,...  if i had a weapon would i use it?

My immediate answer was no,
there is no excuse for taking a life,
EVEN under threat of death of myself or the people i love.

This made no sense whatsoever to the war enthusiast.

I felt confident in my answer because it directly reflected my beliefs.

However, after a while i became aware that this was within the parameters of a hypothetical question. - I had the luxury of being unaffected by the feelings and the reality of an imminent demise.
I then became suddenly aware that my principles are nothing more than untested approximations of my assumptions.
I get to uphold a belief on an idea without having to prove myself.
In the actual MOMENT my principles would have to contend with and then overpower
ego, fear, adrenaline, panic and impulse.
And even tho i would dearly LOVE to hold that opinion and view of myself as someone who values ALL life equally, i cant honestly say that i could predict my actions in a situation so far removed from my own reality.
I had to therefore concede that there 'could' be a situation whereby i could be foreseeably murder another human being, and as horrific as that was to admit,....
without being tested how can i ever truly know?

I started to scrutinize other people with firmly held beliefs and noticed the same level of solace they derive from an unwarranted title.

The next day i bumped into a christian
Today you can call yourself a christian without ever having read the bible,
let alone upholding any of its tenets.
Yet in the old days people used to get thrown to the lions for their faith in christianity & would actually die praying while being ripped apart and eaten.

I found myself wondering if i tied this guy to a stake and threatened to set him on fire,
how long it would take before denouncing his religion?

How far would his religious conviction carry him when it suddenly became inconvenient for once,... and in this case the catalyst for a supremely negative consequence?


Not long after that i saw a transgendered person.
It was quite clearly a grizzly faced man, wearing a dress and a wig.
He had not yet had any surgery as was evident by his gravelly voice.
He firmly insisted on being called a female.
Yet ALL of my senses promoted the idea that he was still just a guy in a wig.
While i respected his preference in being identified as female.

I saw no difference in that,
than me holding a bunch of sticks and insisting everyone now refer to me as a tree.


What i'm basically getting to,
is that who you think you are has little to no basis in reality.
they are all merely your own interpretations of yourself.

By identifying with any social or psychological designation,
you get to adopt the title and impose it on others to help guide them in perceiving you in a way you can control.
But if your beliefs are never tested, should you still get to enjoy the perks of that title?







(P.s - It only took 5 minutes, being tied up and the sudden appearance of a gas can for that christian guy to renounce ALL of christianity.)

CRITICAL THINKING CAN BECOME 

SLIPPERY WHEN WET.

People get so entrenched in their opinions and view on the world
it's crazy the way perceive the world and how set in stone people get about their opinions.
people will often become enamored by a person, idea, piece of art and through the process of identifying a piece of yourself in the art you appreciate it more than you otherwise would.
 - Given time your objectivity tends to skew because you've invested so much into it. -
Like an old shirt thats falling apart, but you cant throw it away no matter how many holes it has, because of the personal investment and associated memories.

Like Bon Jovi's: 'Slippery When Wet' album,...
when i hear that now, i can no longer view it objectively because its the soundtrack to my childhood,.. and because i love(d) my childhood, i appreciate that album beyond words.

In 1992 Jon Bon Jovi cut all his hair off and with it, went the hard rock edge to their music.
It was replaced with a more 'modern' sound, successfully ensuring that i would never again reach the same enthusiastic curiosity over any further albums.

Here's where i noticed i had a different take than most people.
When the new and 'improved' bon jovi hit the shelves people were praising it all over the place to the point where i thought id just heard a dud song and planned to hear more before forming an opinion.
- This short lived plan was quickly completed as i managed to skip through a friends copy,
before handing it back in dismay.
My hero's had fallen.

This is when i first noticed people had a tendency to keep liking things, they've previously decided they like. - Regardless of quality, flaws and sometimes even the law.
If they've made up their mind to like something,...
(depending on how young they are/were) they'll pretty much like it forever.

A great public example was the way people viewed the michael jackson case.
some people refused to believe that michael would do such things to children
but the refusal didn't come from an honest psychological assessment of michael's mental state,... it came from an inability to personally recategorize michael jackson from someone to be worshiped, into someone who should be chemically castrated.
The mental leap was too far to make.

It was no problem for people who didn't like him tho
in fact the less you like michael jackson, the MORE you WANT him to be dodgy because it proves that your opinion was superior and that everyone should like what you like.

Which makes you wonder,...
how much CAN someone who is loved by the public, ACTUALLY 'get away' with?
If Michael Jackson actually came out and said,.. "ok,.. its true,... i fancy little boys..."
there are fans... living on the world right now,.. that absolutely WOULD send their kids in.
Simply because they decided ages ago that they like Michael Jackson

The capacity to judge a situation on its own merits, and think critically is neutralized depending on the level of emotional attachment to whatever object or person

Its like that story, The Emperors New Clothes.
The Emperor comes traipsing down the road to a great fanfare in a glorious parade, with all of his subjects showering him with compliments on his fine new robes.
From the crowds of people, one boy points out that the King is in fact naked and has been the subject of a trick. - Because the people are unable to view the king with fault, the boy is punished.


Which brings me to my *****lica case.

It is no secret that i regard the band *****lica with a level of disgust equal to developing clumps of festering anal warts. - As you can imagine, harboring that opinion can end a conversation very quickly, ultimately leading me to forgo my explanation.

For starters, i should mention that *****lica used to be METALlica.
They literally AND philosophically put the Metal IN metallica.
They were a melting pot of ALL of the good bands before them, taking all the elements that worked, and forging them in a new way, with elements of class that seemed to belie their youthful shabby appearance. - These beer-swilling teenagers had successfully created something new, important and relevant that would actually change the world.
I could fill several rooms with my posters of them as a kid.
I saw their faces on a daily basis, knew them by name, and could recite full gate-sleeves without looking.
Within approximately 10 years, metallica put out 4 (and a half) solid albums
and then something happened

I knew something was up when i saw a picture where they had cut their hair.
I remember the entire album being streamed on the radio for the first time.
and panicking while on the 2nd song. - It was the 'opposite' of Metal.
My expectations weren't unreasonably high for the new album,..
i was willing to work with them as i had done with the black album,...
but 'this'?.....

Its like they had created something and then killed it on front of me.
Like they had just given birth to a mighty god sent here to improve humanity..
and while it was a vulnerable baby, ....strangled it,... just to watch the life drain from its face,... recorded it, packaged it up and marketed it as their new album.

What was more sick, was that people were actually lapping it up, saying it was amazing.

When Bon Jovi started sucking they did it in a way that was inoffensive, but *****lica did it with such a perverse pleasure in destroying something so precious that it seemed to be done with such purpose and delight.

I got home and looked at their faces on my wall,.. they were all liars.
Their transition from heroes to villains in my mind was completely involuntary.
At first i just tried to ignore it and hope it went away.
But it didn't.

The inconvenience of hating *****lica is not something i would have chosen for myself.
It excludes me from a lot of social groups and conversations.
I appear as an enemy to people unable to make the transition themselves.
Im sure some people think i hate *****lica simply because they love them.
This is not true,... i've tried many times to get back 'into' the old stuff
People always say the same thing.... "Yeah but what about the early stuff,.. it rules!"

This comment helps me to identify when people just cant let go of a pre-conceived notion because its too inconvenient for their mind to process.
My reply is always the same.
Imagine that you are a christian.
You believe in the teachings of Jesus Christ.
You have all of his book
One day he comes to earth,.. sets up churches and charity work.
Suddenly he is caught molesting an altar boy.
Could you still be a christian?

The fact is,... there would be an overwhelming amount of people that would.
Simply because the level of indoctrination surpasses their ability to think critically on the matter.

After some time i found that even listening to the 'good' stuff was stained with the memory of what they had done. - I just couldn't reconcile the old with the new.
The band was now an oxymoron.
Actually,...If they had changed their name, the boundless hate i have for them would dramatically subside - It offends me a SO much that they still bare the name of the baby god they strangled.

There is no hate without love.
I still notice my very first instinct when i see a picture of Metal-Lacker from the old days...
In a quick flash i'll feel like im seeing an old friends who i loved as if they were family, and then the flash is gone and i suddenly realize that they ruined the friendship by breaking into my house when i wasn't there, stole all of my stuff,.... broke things, and pissed on my bed.
So while there is hate there,... most of it is hurt feelings and a deep sense of betrayal.


While i DO have good memories, the bad memories not only outweigh them, but in fact directly contradict them. - I can even admit to having had the smallest measurable scale of hope. - Hope that they will suddenly be good again. - I have often wondered whether i am now a victim of my own pre-conceived notions and whether i even have the ability to judge a new album purely on its own merits.

 I found myself in a music shop one day idly flicking through cds, the shop radio was halfway through a song and something in the production and guitar tone made me stop what i was doing and focus,... the drums were mid paced to fast -  and the riff, while not special,...
 was,.. familiar?

There was a solo,...  and...
It was SO bad i actually started involuntarily laughing in the shop as i listened.
Once the vocals started again, i immediately realized i was listening to the new *****lica album.
They were actually TRYING to sound cool again.

Instead of taking pleasure in having my opinion conclusively validated.
It was something i was completely unprepared for.
I felt sorry for them. - In the same way you would view a hated maths teacher falling in a puddle, and laughing at them, only to discover they broke their ankle.

So as you can see when i say '*****lica' suck,...
its far more complex than just hating them for no reason.
I think i have earned the right to do so.
I understand that you may have greater difficulty in critically assessing the actions of someone you admire, but lets not forget: -  *****lica have sucked for TWICE as long, as they ever ruled.

- Thats just a fact.

Jason Becker - Metaphysical Messenger Of The Divine.

So, I Had This Dream The Other Night...
I Just Can't Stop Thinking About It So I Should Probably Share It With Myself Here.

I'm Fairly Sure That It Was Inspired By Actual Events.
In My Waking Life I Have Just Achieved A Degree Of Success With A Drum Program That Has Enabled Me To FINALLY Have An Outlet To Be Musically Creative Unaided.
I'm Pretty Stoked About That.

My Dream Was This:
I've Just Arrived At Jason Becker's House & I'm Visiting Him & His Dad Gary. - (Not Sure Why His Mum Wasn't There?) -
Gary & I Greet Each Other Casually & He Brings Me In To See Jason.
I Remember Feeling Apprehensive About What I'm Going To Say, & What The Polite Etiquette Is, For Starting A Conversation With Someone Who Can't Respond?
As I Approach His Wheelchair I See A Slight Change In His Eyes That Seems To Make His Entire Face Smile.
My Anxiety Is Depleting With Every Step Closer To Him.
I Stop At What I Think Is A Polite Distance Away,..
Not Too Far Away That I Make Him Feel Like He's Contagious & Not So Close That I'm In His Immediate Space.
As I Say 'Hi Jason!' ... He Raises His Arm Up For A Hug.
I Lean In & Suddenly Realize He 'Shouldnt' Be Able To Move.
"Hey!... You Can Move Your Ar..."
As His Arm Went Around My Neck, It Brought Me Closer To Him & The Temples Of Our Heads Touched.
The Very Moment The Sides Of Our Heads Made Contact I Was Immediately Struck With A Seizure.
It Felt Like I Was Painlessly Hit By A Truck, With The Sensation Of Going A Million Miles An Hour.
There Were Lights Flashing & Intense Colours Kaleidoscoping Across Each Other,
But The Thing That Captivated Me The Most Was This Incredible Music.
It Was As If A Billion Instruments Were All Playing In Unison, Yet Each Directly Accommodating & Facilitating Each Other.
Bursting Arpeggios At Lightning Speed, With Waves Of Counterpointing Melodies All Cascading Over Each Other, In Perfect, Impossible Harmony
I Gradually Became Aware Of My Sleeping Body,... Twitching & Writhing In Something Of A 'Soul-Gasm'
I Woke Up With Tears In My Eyes & A Better Understanding Of What God Is.

The 'Lord Jesus Christ' - Holy Electrician.

Calling All Christian Friends!

Something Just Happened That Warrants Taking A Quick Poll

Lets Pretend That Your Tv Keeps Turning Itself Off...

Do You:
A = Search For Information On Google
B = Contact A Tv Repair Man
C = Pray To Jesus Christ To Fix Your Tv

Also, On An Unrelated Note,...
Do Any Of These Options Appear Thoroughly Batshit Crazy?

ANZAC DAY




SO... It's Anzac Day.
The Day We Pay Homage To All The Fallen Hero's Who Served In Combat To Protect Our 'Way Of Life'.
I Shouldn't Really Have A Problem With That.
Yet I Have A Residual Uneasy Feeling.

I Have A Huge Problem With People Being Killed
And I Have A Problem With The Dashing Connotation Of Glory Within The Military.
The Army, Navy, And Any Other Faction That Involves Training With Weapons To Fight On Behalf Of Your Country.

In The Distant Past, During Times Of War The Public Were Called Upon To Fight For The Region They Loved And To Offer Their Lives If Necessary.
To Inspire A Willingness To Forfeit Their Lives The Leaders Fabricated Psychological Aids With Which To Increase The Level Of Personal Attachment Of The Soldiers To Their Home.
To Combat Sensible Thought, Every Country Introduced An Initiative To Make The Patriot Swell With Pride From The Inside To Ensure He Would GLADLY Die In Battle 'For His Country'

The Key To Successfully Initiating A Set Of Subtle Mind-Control Techniques, Is To Cover The Senses With A Suggestion Until The Mind Perceives It On Several Levels As A Positive Notion.
To Get People To Commit 'Honourable' Murder Is A Multi-Step Hypnosis,
Where Every Sense Is Bombarded With Information As To Why Killing Others Is A Positive Act Of Valour.
First, Is The Visual Side... Something That Can Be Looked At And Instill An Instant Swelling Of Pride.
THAT, Is Why Every Country Has A National Flag. (It Also Works For Sports, Music, & Advertising)

Next, Is Something People Can Hear And Immediately Associate Their Home With A Sound.
THAT Is Why Every Country Has A National Anthem.

When People Roleplay, The Disassociation From Their Normal Conduct Is Magnified When Inside A Costume.
THAT Is Why There Are Uniforms, With Trinkets Of 'Honour' (Medals) To Help Manipulate The Perception Of Combat To Be A Positive Experience Filled With Opportunity And Glory.
Instead Of The Mass Sanctioned Murder It ACTUALLY Is.

The Military Will Tell You They Make Everyone Do Things In Unison To Promote A Cohesiveness Within The Minds Of The Officers.
It Also Promotes Thoughtless Compliance And Unquestioning Allegiance To Those Who Command These Zombies Safely Away From Combat,... From Behind A Desk.

If You Are Still Reading This, And You Have People You Have Lost Through Warfare,.. Im Truly Sorry.
I'm Not Saying Your Person's Life Was Worthless
It Makes Me Sad To Think Of All The Good People That Have Been Lost Through All The Needless Wars Throughout The History Of The Earth.
There Has Been No Freedom Won That Could Not Have Been Attained Through Peaceful Means.
The Human Instinct To Leap To A Reactionary Stance Once A Perceived Threat Arrives Has Been Capitalized On By The Shepard's Of Consciousness Since The Beginning Of Time.
Nefarious Leaders Throughout History Have Even Said Outright That People Are FAR Easier To Control When They Are Frightened, Because Their Actions Become Predictable.

Mankind Needs To Realize That There Are A Range Of Options When Confronted With A Perceived Attack.
If EVERYONE Put Their Weapons Down There Would Be No Need To Fight.
There Is NOTHING Stronger Than A People Acting In Unison With An Absolute Respect For Life, And Viewing The Killing Of Someone Else As The Horrific Act Is ACTUALLY IS.

I Have No Respect For The Ranks, Or Decorations Of The Military Service,..
Only Sympathy.
Sympathy That The Level Of Indoctrination From Politics, Media And The Middle Ages Have Forced Themselves Upon The Psyche Of The People Serving Today,
Innocent People Who Are Oblivious To The Hypnosis They Are Under,... Future Corpses.

There Is NO Excuse For Taking Someone Else's Life.
There Are NO War 'Heroes'... Merely Survivors, And Victims Of War.

I Can't Decide Wether It's More ANNOYING, Or AMUSING When People Suddenly Decide Out Of The Blue To Promote A Cause.
A Cause They Previously Displayed No Interest In Whatsoever.
Suddenly They Busy Themselves With Clogging Up Facebook With Dramatic And Lengthy Posts Of Heartfelt Appeals Demanding The Injustices Be Stopped.
The Same Injustices They Didn't Care About Less Than 2 Days Ago.
I Even Know Someone Who Posts Pictures Of Tortured Animals, Pleading With People To Sign Petitions That Do NOTHING,... Followed Immediately By Pictures Of Him Holding A Dead Fish By The Gills And Posing Happily For The Camera.

I Don't Have A Problem With People Who Genuinely Support A Cause, But It's The People Who Suddenly Decide Out Of The Blue That They Are Vegetarians, And That EVERYONE Else Should Be Too, That Really Fuck Me Off.

It's Not About Bolstering Your Moral Fortitude....
It's About Creating A Feeling Of Exclusivity
It's NOTHING To Do With The Cause And EVERYTHING To Do With Them Finding A Way To Access A Way Of Feeling Superior To Others.

Its FAR More Inspiring For ME To Find Out YOU Are A Vegetarian, Than For YOU To Wank On About It Unmercifully Til I Just Want To Find A Panda And Eat It's Face.
So For The Love Of God, If YOU Suddenly Decide You Are Going To Stand For A Cause,.... That's Great, But Don't Force It Down Other People's Throat,.. Just DO It.
Set An Example By Shutting Your FUCKING Mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(P.S - I've Decided It's More ANNOYING Than AMUSING)

The Day I Met Ripper Owens...


8-30pm Addy and i arrive at the Kings arms, there are a few people walking in to the place and some hanging outside.
Addy decides to stay in the car and try to have a rest while i wait outside in case Ripper walks out of the venue.
After a few minutes Mike Barclay arrives, entourage in tow.
We chat for a while, Addy joins us.
They go inside and Addy and i wait outside for the man with the voice.
Ollie walks past and i greet him and ask if Ripper has arrived yet.
He says...
"Nah im just off to pick him up....wanna come?"
I leap to attention... addy and i jump into the van.
We are now on our way to pick up Tim - The Ripper - Owens from the hotel.
I keep expecting to wake up at ANY moment. - I hear Addy saying ''I don't know how you do it,.. you tinny bugger!!"
We wait as Ollie goes in (Long hair, scruffy beard) walking through the glittering golden shiny doors and chuckle.
He comes back and we wait.

10 minutes later,.. Ripper walks out of the Shiny hotel, gear in tow.
Opens the side door of the van and loads his bag into he seat, greeting us casually.
I wait for him to get seated and comfortable before introducing myself and letting him have it.

I tell him that it was me that tagged him in my post that he replied to last night,.... he pretends to remember.
I tell him that he doesn't know it, but its actually our 14th year anniversary,.. that i've been with him since Winters Bane.
I mention that i even have the Brainicide demo's to which he is sufficiently impressed and starts to warm to me.
He tells me that hes still friends with the guys, and i say ''great, you can re-record the demo's!'' and he agrees, adding that some of that stuff was beyond it's time, and that he'd really like to.

We start talking about Winters Bane, and i try to convey JUST how much i LOVE the album, pointing out that Night Shade (My Favourite Song) isn't on the bonus disc, to which he furrows his brow in confusion, i hand him the CD and he scans it saying 'Oh.... that's weird!', while he has the cd, i hand him a pan and plead with him to sign it, he smiles, and says yeah sure.

I mention Lou St Paul, the guitarist from Winters Bane and my disappointment with the second album, i remember saying that "it just didn't take me where i needed to go'' and ask if there is any chance of a reunion, as i have heard he is 'temperamental' he pauses and says that Lou is a bit of a 'Rock Star',. we laugh and he adds that he has a family now and its difficult making room for the band when it isn't your 'job' - But... that he had always thought about doing a 'Heart Of A Killer' part 2,........a prequel!

I heartily agree and congratulate him on the excellent idea he just had.
By this time we've already arrived back at the venue, i plead for a photo and he happily obliges.
I thank him,.. he goes about his business, and Addy and i laugh at everything that just happened.

Fully satisfied we enter the venue and go straight to the shirts, only to see signed versions of Live Meltdown and Jugulator for sale also!!!
(the 2 cd's that were mysteriously absent that i wanted to get signed before i left home!)
I figured my personally signed Winters Bane was far better than the ones on offer and decide to just get a shirt.

We make our way to the outside seated area, and start casually chatting and laughing.
The other bands are playing, one after the other and eventually Mike Barclay spots us, sits down and takes us on long winding stories, fueled with alcohol the stories seem to be void of any particular destination, we endure them politely.
As this takes place a scruffy guy sits down, apparently having mis-heard part of our conversation and adds, i don't think your vocals were 'that' bad,.. i say 'thanks', and he asks/tells me to sing something, i see that he's actually quite drunk and hit him with a delightful version of 'Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree'
He is not impressed.

I start to get the feeling the guy thinks im somebody im not.
I put this to him, and he squints at me and meekly mentions some band name.
I take great joy in telling him that i'm actually just 'some guy'

Mike picks up the conversation, something about going to the front to mosh and i say its not my scene, i just don't like it.
Drunky drunk guy tell me to 'get hard' and i tell him to take his top off and see where we go from there.
The guy looks at me like i'm from mars, then gradually joins the dots and smirks.

World war four are playing in the back, and Mike is off on a tangent, i hear every 5th word and try to join in with a 'yeah'...'true?!'...'No way!'
In my head i'm still in the van with Ripper.

Eventually....we hear some drums being mic-ed and decide to shuffle on in.
We take up residence at the back and prepare ourselves as best we can.

The drums kick off into Painkiller, and i am thrilled to hear every beat where it should be.
Having heard that the backing band were possibly not up to scratch, i soon notice that these guys are good.
Actually REALLY good! - I start grinning and start to drift off in my own little world.
- A Pig In Shit. -



After Painkiller, there was Burn In Hell which sounded awesome! -  then... (as far as i remember)
Scream Machine
The Ripper
Blood Stained
Victim Of Changes
Diamonds And Rust
Stand Up And Shout

Then he announced the next song by saying:
"You know when i was picked up from the hotel tonight, there was a fan waiting for me who told me he loved Winters Bane..where is he?
I SCREAM from the back and he goes 'oh, i would have thought you'd be at the front"
I immediately feel stink, like i should have been up the front.
Then he adds, its ok, the sound is better from back there anyway.
I immediately feel better!
He then says they don't usually perform this song but this one is for my buddy back there!
HEART OF A KILLER!

I - LOSE - MY - FUCKING - MIND
I scream myself hoarse, harmonizing the low parts to his high parts and trying to match the high screams.
I tear up a bit with a massive grin trying to remember if i've ever felt this good?!

At the end i salute him and he nods at me.

They then kick off into 'I am a Viking' by malmsteen, only to cut it into Rising Force!
A double whammy! - Nice one!
then The Human Race, then a ballady one i don't remember.
Wild Desert Plains
Grinder
When The Eagle Cries
Mob Rules

Then they said thank you and left the stage, only to come back and do an encore, but silly Timmy forgot he's the singer and picked up the guitar, and they kicked into 'Living After Midnight' . - Tim played (under the watchful eye of the widdly guitarist who was nice enough to slide Tim's hand to the right frets) the whole song, and even the solo! - It was cool to see!
Then, they finished with Heaven And Hell.
As the audience screamed with delight Tim took off his hat, like he was about to throw it into the audience,...blocked the light from his eyes with his hand and pointed at ME. - I stood for a moment in absolute disbelief, before charging STRAIGHT through the endless wall of people,.. chanting ''sorry, excuse me, sorry excuse me'' til i arrived at the front row, i looked up to him and we bumped fists, and he handed me his hat, remarking 'sorry i spilt some beer on it'
I think i said something but i have literally no recollection of it,... i hope i was polite.
(i vaguely remember Mike Barclay staring at me as i took the hat like a unicorn had just flown out of my ass)

As i made my way back to Addy, everyone was looking at me, as if Ripper and i had our own 'In' joke that no-one else was part of.
I felt people trying to figure out who i was, as i was obviously someone of great importance, to be singled out by ripper twice.
I got back to Add,...and he was laughing at me.... so was i.

Then... Neil from Merrhis's work came up to me and handed me a Ripper pick, saying that he saw them the night before and was handed a bunch.
I thank him profusely, and as we leave, as if i hadn't got enough,.. i took a poster from the wall before turning to Mike Barclay and saying 'I wonder if i have enough to build my OWN Ripper at home?!?"



BEST CONCERT EVER!!!!

 THIS Glorious Piece Of Correspondence Was Completely Accidental.
It Just SO Happened That Leading Up To This Confrontation I Had Been Doing My Own Research Into How Christians Believe What They Do And Why.

When Held Up Against A Critical Eye There Is A LOT To Be Critical About.
I REALLY Wanted Some Of The Things I Said To Be Proven Wrong, Or Clarified But Unfortunately The Most Die-Hard Christians Don't Seem To Feel The Need To Research Their Own Religion.
To Do So Seems To Be A Personal Attack On Their God.

It Seems Blind Faith, And A Complete Disregard For Mankind's Instinct To Manipulate The Situation To His Own Advantage Plays A Huge Part In The Doctrine Of Christianity And In The Hands Of Some People Gives Them License To Be Self-Righteous, Judgmental, And Frankly The VERY People They Are Trying To Avoid.

One Thing Amused Me In This Battle Of Words.
The Fact That Our Roles By The End Of This Correspondence Were Seemingly Reversed.
It Was Me That Acted As If I Were The Good Christian, And She That Played The Name-Calling Aggressor, Condemning Me At Every Opportunity.

(Notice The Way Her Mood Turns When I Start To Reflect Her Own Attitude Back At Her, And Offer Her The Same Line Of Logic For My Own Argument.
So Hilariously Intolerant!!!!
Also Completely Predictable And Cliche'd

(Put The Jug On, This Is A Big Read!... But I Think Worth It)



P.S - Oh and FUCK Her!,...

 NOBODY Hassles DIO!!!!

 

 

Why Reason & Christianity Don't Mix - Part 2

 

                                                                            

So It's 2012...
I Wonder What This Year Has In Store?
I Actually Have Some Goals This Year.
Happy Apocalypse Everyone...

If I Wrote ONE SONG... I Would Be Happy If It Reached HALF The Impact Of This.
I Remember It From My Childhood, When Mum Used To Play It
Tho I Had No Idea How Profound The Lyrics Accompanying The Music Were.
The Older I Get, The Less I Can Hear Of This Song Without Getting Punched Violently In The Heart.
The Unison Of Sound, With The Content Of Lyrics, Matched With The Vocal Delivery....
It Truly Sounds Like The Feeling Of Having Lost Everything.

It Always Leaves Me Profoundly Emotional.

Every Element In This Song Paints A Picture.

I Can Physically Feel The Pain In His Voice Of Watching His Very Last Hope Disappear,
The Depression Of Working Hard His Entire Life Only To Watch It All Slip Through His Fingers.

Walking Through An Empty Home That Used To Be Filled With The Voices He Loved.
Sitting Down In A Darkened Room With A Brimming Ashtray, A Half-Empty Bottle Of Whiskey And A Guitar In An Attempt To Relieve A Pain That Just Won't Go Away.

People Don't Write Like This Anymore.

Here's A Secret...

Every Single Time Someone Has EVER Mentioned *****lica On Facebook...

I Have Filed A Report & Marked It As Spam.


.......

If You Don't Know Me, And We Talk For 5 Minutes...
You Will Invariably Find Out That I Love Boobs,
From Little Pointy Ones To The Big Floppy Ones.
I Love ALL Kinds Of Boobs Except For Fake Ones.
Fake Boobs Are Cheating.

What REALLY Annoys Me Is This Dumb Cunt In The Picture.
Her Name Is 'Beshine' And She Goes Around Saying She Has 'The Biggest Boobs In The World' Which Is Utter Bullshit.
(That Title Belongs To The Rather Haggard Looking Black Lady You Can See Featured In The Top Left Of The Picture Known As 'Norma Stits' (Enormous Tits)

Beshine Has 'The Biggest Tits In The World' In The Same Sense That If I Wore A Hat 3 Stories High I Would Suddenly Be The Tallest Man On Earth.

Fuck You, Beshine...
You're A Plastic, Cheating Attention Seeker.

I Don't Like Dogs.

I Guess That's Not Strictly True,... 

There ARE Dogs I 'Like' ...

But For The Most Part I Find Them Intrusive, Smelly & Needy.

Male Dogs Creep Me Out.
There Aren't A Lot Of Domesticated Animals You Can Have Around Your House That Have A (Mostly) Lifelike, & Fully Functional Penis And Balls Wobbling Around On Display For All To See.

The Main Difference Between Me And A Male Dog Owner Is How We See The Dog.
He Overlooks The Genitalia, Only Seeing The Dog. - (I Hope) -
I See A Wobbly Cock & Ball's Running Around That Also Barks,
 Then It Rubs Itself All Over The Couch You Put Your Face On While You're Laying Down Watching Movies

I'm Not Sure I'll Ever See The Appeal Of Having An Animal That Gets An Erection Simply Over The Fact That You've Arrived Home.
Have You Ever Made Eye Contact With A Male Dog Humping Your Leg?? - You'll Never Be The Same.
(I Appreciate The Enthusiasm, But It's Not For Me)

They Say 'A Dog Is A Man's Best Friend',
But Just How Good Of A Friend Do You Have To Be Before Its Ok To Rub Your Naked Balls Over Your Best Friends Couch?!

When I Was A Kid I Fancied DJ From Full House.
(Candace Cameron)
I Had A Major Crush On Her & Thought She Was Incredibly Cute.
Something I Never Expected, Was The Peculiar Feeling Of Being 34 And Still Being Just As Smitten At What Would Legally Be Called A 'Child'
I Should Point Out That My Affection Is A Harmless Admiration Of Her Cuteness And Not The More Adventurous "Tie Her Up & Chuck Her In The Boot Of My Car" Brand Of Attraction.

I Wonder How Different My Life Would Be If I Had A Drivers License...

I Really Miss Going Camping.

Hands Up; All The People Who Think That Whoever Sits In The Whitehouse Has Even The Slightest Power Over What Happens In America?


 - You Write Down On A Piece Of Paper Who You Want To Be The Boss Of Your World, Then Never See That Piece Of Paper Again, It Gets Given To A Chain Of People You Never See And Is Counted On Your Behalf By Another Group Of Faceless Individuals Then Added To The Overall Tally.
The Entire Political Voting Process Holds All Of The Necessary Components Of The Most Basic Misdirection Bluff, I Find It Fascinating That People Are Willing To Put Their Absolute Trust In A System With The Same Faith Principals Behind A Game Of: 'What Number Am I Thinking Of?'

Considering The Outrageous Corruption And Perversions Of Justice Since The Very Beginning Of A Compartmentalized Government Itself, It's AMAZING To Me That The American People Are Still Entirely Willing To Accept That What They Think, Makes The Slightest Bit Of Difference Within The Political Climate, And That Their Elected Officials Wouldn't Chuck Them Under A Bus The Very SECOND Their (Funded) Interests Were Compromised.

But Then, Why Would They Speak For You?
You, Who Have No Monetary Endorsement Behind Your Support Of The Candidate!?

But You Can Be DARN Sure That If Lord Disgustington The Billionaire From Bullshit Manor Suddenly Decided He Wanted To Criminalize The Growing Of Fruit & Vegetables, He Could Slip Someone A Golden Handshake And Have That Made A Law Within The Week.

The Presidential Initiative Is Funded By Company's With Billions Of Dollars To Support Their Interests & Ideals Through The Mouth Of A Puppet.
A Puppet Specifically Designed To Give A Face For The Public To Direct Their Attention Toward,

The President Is Heavily Instructed In Body-Language, Delivery, & His Speeches Are Written For Him.
(Pretty Much The Definition Of Acting)
The President Doesn't Even Have Clearance For The Highest Level Of Governmental Secrecy.

I Fail To See How A Person Being Driven Around In A Limo Cold Possibly Speak For Someone Who Can't Afford Shoes.

It Literally Does NOT Matter 'Who' Is President
What Matters... Is Who Is DRIVING The President!?






(I Don't Mean His Actual Limo Driver....He Checked Out Clean)

Just Look At This Fucking Idiot Would You...

Why The FUCK Would Someone Intentionally Do That To Their Own Head??!?!!
This Person Actually Exists.
I Stole This Photo From Someone's Facebook Because I Wasn't Finished Hating Him Yet.
I Forget Who's Profile I Got This From, I Apologize If It Was You.
I Apologize Not For Stealing The Pic, But Because You Count This Person As A Friend.
Why Didn't You Tell Him That He Looks Like A Petrified Turkey Stuck In A Wind-Tunnel?!!
You Are A BAD Friend!!!

Guns

I'm Just Going To Say It.... I Hate Guns.
Some People Go Through Extraordinary Lengths To Bypass Acknowledging The Fact That Guns Are Specifically Made To Kill.
There Is A LOT Of Debate Surrounding The Subject Of Guns, Yet Even The Most Passionate Gun Advocate Has Yet To Sway My Opinion.
Usually The Most Compelling Argument Is Their Right To Protect Themselves....From Other People With Guns.
Some People Claim That Their Love Of Guns Is Specifically For Target Practice Which I Can Understand.
(What I Can't Understand Is Why The Need For Deadly Ammunition To Shoot At A Target.)

If We Were Able To Tally The Number Of People Who Have Been Shot And Killed With Guns I Can Guarantee There Would Be More Innocent People Killed Than People Who Actually Deserved To Be Shot Dead. - Having Been Accidentally (I Always Assumed It Was Accidental) Shot Twice With A Slug-Gun (By 2 Different People) I Am Only Too Aware Of How Easy It Is To Suddenly Be A Victim Regardless Of Intention.

If I Walked Around Carrying A Box With A Big Red Button On It, That When Pushed Was Capable Of Making You Explode Without Warning , You Would Be Right To Feel Anxious In My Presence And This Is Exactly How I Feel When In The Presence Of Someone Carrying A Weapon. - You Are Taking Liberty With My Safety And You Do NOT Have My Authorization.

I Would LOVE It If Everyone In The World Suddenly Decided Not To Use Guns Anymore.
(Or At Least Traded Their Ammunition, For The Non-Lethal Kind)
Some People Get Furious At That Prospect, Suggesting That It's Not The Gun, It's The Person Pulling The Trigger.
I Suggest It's The Fact That The Person Behind The Gun Was Able To Find A Gun.


What I'm Also Suggesting Is If We Ditch The Weapons We Also Ditch The Unintentional Misery Caused By The Accidental Shootings.
(As Well As Limiting The Massacres That Seem To Be So Fashionable These Days)

If Something I Enjoyed,.. Like The Guitar,...Caused Millions Of Accidental Deaths Each Year.
As A Compassionate Human Being It Would Be My Duty To Let It Go, So That It May Improve The Lives Of Others..
A Small Sacrifice On My Part Would Be Given To The Greater Good.

Until This Fact Is Recognized On A Broad Scale We Will Not Progress As A Species.

Don't You HATE It When You Make A Mess & Then Have To Clean It Up?!
I Mean One Of Those HUGE Filthy Shambles With Broken Pieces Everywhere.
The Sort Of Mess Where The Ratio Of Things Left Unbroken Or Untidy Is LESS Than The Things That Are Unmessy.
To The Point Where You Seriously Consider Knocking Over Whatever Is Left, Just To Make It 100% Ruined.

It Must Be Worse When That Mess Is An Actual Person.
Worse Even, When You Are The Mother Of That Actual Person.
But Even More Worse Even Still, When You Are The Neighbour To That Person.
Nobody Ever Thinks Of The Neighbour To The Human Mess That Lives Next Door.

Unlike His Mother...I Never Agreed To His Existence.
Yet I Still Have To Endure His Defective Taste In 'Music' And The Endless Procession Of Loud Cars Belonging To The Trail Of Zombie-Like Addicts Going Up And Down The Driveway At All Hours Of The Night To Buy Meth. - Apparently He Even Lacks The Cerebral Fortitude Necessary To Realize That Having A Fence Does NOT Block Out His Voice In The Middle Of The Night.

To Look At This Person, You Would Immediately Associate Some Deep Form Of Mongolism With Him.
From The Knuckles Scraping Along The Ground, To The Deep Cro-Mag/Caveman Brow

In One Of My More Compassionate Moments I Considered Going Over There And Trying To Be Someone He Could Open Up To.
Someone To Help Him Delve Into His Own Mind And Sort Out Some Forgotten Childhood Trauma.

But Approaching This Person Is Simply Out Of The Question For A Number Of Reasons:
1) - I Speak English, Using Reason & Logic, With The Intent Of Coming To A Resolution
(Whereas He Speaks In Grunts Using Monosyllabic Communication With The Intent Of Breaking Into My House When I'm Not Here To Steal My Possessions)

2) - His Addiction To The Cheapest And Nastiest Street Drugs Have Eaten Away At The Portion Of His Brain That Processes Thought And Tells Him That Firing His Shotgun Into The Park At Night Time Is A Great Idea.

3) - His Paranoia Has Him Setting Up A Camera For His Driveway, So In Case The Police Show Up He Has An Extra 4 Seconds To Make A Getaway.
(It Didn't Seem To Work Last Night When I Looked Out The Window At 4 In The Morning To Find Their House Swarming With Cops)
Either He Is Completely Paranoid, Or Is Doing Something SO Illegal That It Warrants Having A Deadbolt On His Bedroom Door

4) - Read 1 & 2 Again.


I've Done An Admirable Job Avoiding This Person And Can Proudly Say That After 2 Years (Since His Last Stint In Prison,..I'm Positive He'll Be Back Soon) I Have Managed To Escape Any Conversation/Meeting. - This Has Been Made Difficult By The Fact That His Mother Loves My Family And Would Love Us To Have More To Do With Her/Him/Them.

It's Strange When People Die Isn't It?.
Suddenly Assholes Are Given A Slightly More Dashing Version Of Their History.
Someone Who Is Plainly A Cunt, Is Suddenly 'Misunderstood' - Someone With Anger Problems Is Now 'Moody' & 'Brooding'
There Have Been 3 People I Have Known Personally That Have Died, And When They Passed I Shrugged My Shoulders And Gone 'I Didn't Like Them Anyway'
I'm Sad For The People That Loved Them, But It Seems Impossible For Me To Pretend They Were Any Better Than They Were In Life.

The Gorilla Next Door Is Someone I Can See Who Will Either Be Killed, Or Will Commit Suicide And I Literally Do Not Care.
I'm Not Saying That With Anger, More Of A Perceptive Calculation.
There Is Nowhere That Person Can Go, Without HIM Always Being There.

This Guy Has Been In Prison For Most Of His Life, And In My Opinion Is Simply Waiting To Go Back.
He Has Been FULLY Conditioned To Jail Life And Is Currently Lost In The 'Real World'
Jail Is For People Who Have Trouble With Ego, Bravado, Physical Violence, Threats And Crime - So If You Go To Jail, Its Filled With People Who Celebrate Ego, Bravado, Physical Violence, Threats And Crime. - Depending On How Long You Are In Jail For Will Depend On How Ingrained These Things Are And If You Don't Have The Mental Capacity To Understand Simple Self-Awareness You Will Not Comprehend How To Live Life Without These Despicable Glorified Traits

His Entire Story To Me, Is Similar To The Feeling Of Reading A Book That Is Annoying And Shallow, But You Finish It Anyway Just For The Feeling Of Completion
Almost Like Holding Your Breath Til It Ends.

I Wonder If I'll Read This When He Dies And Feel Differently?

There Aren't Many People Who's Lives Could Be Improved By Suicide, But He Is Certainly One.