living in the big city, i see a fair share of privileged youth acting like douchebags just because they can and they know it. this has caused me to enjoy the company of children up to about the age of 12, when i can't help but deplore them and wish they would go away.
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the bulk of what one sees on those channels is fucking disgusting. they beg for your money and feed you a bunch of separatist party lines disguised as "altruism".
and, of course, they try to sell you a bunch of shit.... like this:
the only cost to you is a $35 "DONATION".
what a bunch of fucking thieves.
opened your eyes?
if you opened your fucking eyes you might just see how FUCKING IGNORANT YOU ARE. yes, OF COURSE, "GOD" came down and decided to show his face to YOU FUCKING IDIOTS, because YOU TWO ARE FUCKING SPECIAL and the rest of the world, full of different folks from different places with different beliefs, well, they're all just fucked.
i wish i could just get away from all the stupid.
we tend to be defined by what we do for a living. he's a banker. she's a chef. he's a bus driver.
i'm a... bookstore manager? that fucking blows. that's not what i wanted to be when i grow up.
so when people ask me what i am i just say "i'm a writer" or "i'm a runner", even though i make zero dollars doing those things.
to some that's cheating, but to me, that's surviving the question without breaking things. i wish i could make a living doing what i love and i'm trying to get there, but it's not easy. if it were easy, everyone would do it, right?
anyway, all the above came to mind after watching the young beat-machine prince, araabMUZIK throw down on his MP. there's no question what this dude is: A BEAT MAKING MASTER.
meanwhile, people with working brains see it for what it is:
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i wonder if this is because the field is international, where the backwoods US american dumbshit philosophies don't quite creep in.
in any case, i didn't have to suffer through any "evander moments", and that was a major plus.
luckily, my teacher gave me a second chance rather than an "F".
i became a writer on that day.
will never forget it.
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trail running is one of those things i indulge in. every sunday i pack up my car and head to the palos forest preserve and go crazy on the miles and miles of single track at my disposal. zipping down the slopes, slogging up the bluffs, hop-scotching horse shit and racing the mosquitos...
that's my church.
when i strap on my kicks and enter the forest, i am entering holy ground... holier ground than you'll ever find in some ornate roman-catholic cathedral, holier ground than you'll find at any mosque, at any synagogue.
man is not holy. man likes to THINK he is holy, but he's full of shit. and all of the above things are made by man, for man (whether you admit to that truth or not).
the forest though... that's fucking nature. and if you wanna know the beauty of nature, go play in her playground every sunday like i do.
and if you wanna know the wrath of nature -- a wrath far more powerful than any make-believe sky daddy angst -- just go out into mother nature's playground unprepared. forget your water bottle, don't bring any snacks, get caught in a violent storm and see how long you last.
mother nature*... that's something i don't fuck with. i give her all the respect in the world.
*DISCLAIMER: i use "mother nature" as a metaphor for NATURE. i don't believe there is an actual mother out there running around watering flowers and shit.
the latest from above and beyond does not disappoint. the group therapy album is full of female badassery, starting with zoe johnston (featured here). rather than post the whole song (which may be taken down any day or two by the music pirate nazis), here's an official sneak peak from above and beyond's account:
it's vocal tracks like that that make me think, well, maybe there are such things as angels.
nah, i'm fucking kidding.
but the song is stellar.
seriously, jager tastes like cough syrup and red bull tastes like crushed up flinstones vitamins.
i don't understand the appeal... but i can't understand how an invisible guy in the sky wields so much invisible power either, so i guess i'm just fucked.
p.s. does anyone EVER look good in a self-clicked iphone pic? that and the duck face... i refuse to give in.
in fact, my sister just drove five hours to take her three year old to a vacation bible school back home where her son could be brainwashed the right way ('cuz she didn't trust the delusionoids in her own backyard).
i don't get it. i never will.
yet the children... they're the ones who must suffer from STUPID.
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someone asked me the other day: "what are you gonna do when you run out of bad things to say about religion on your little website (my italics)?"
my goal here is not to just point out the ill effects of religion... but i do it a lot because it's on my mind a lot, because it's fucking up our world A LOT and it has caused a mountainous divide throughout my family.
but the most important thing, for me, is having a place where i can write whatever the fuck i want whenever the fuck i want. it's groovy, man. try it.
i think that's fair. if you have "a little website"... then do whatever the fuck you want with it.
i had to answer it, but i knew i'd be on the phone for-fucking-ever and i wouldn't be able to leave work on time. so i hunkered down and endured.
30 minutes LATER!!!!!... i'm fucking losing my mind, the call is almost over, we have agreed that i would ship him some books... and he suggested i send it by airmail, that, in all seriousness, i "should use that company that tom hanks worked for before he got dropped on that island with that volleyball".
it took every ounce of muscle i had to restrain the laughter that wanted to fly out of my face.
a female friend of mine is going to be in a catholic wedding soon and she has just been informed that all of the bridesmaids (she's one of them) have to find an accessory to cover their shoulders during the service because this particular parish FORBIDS bare shoulders.
sure, makes total sense. bare female shoulders almost ALWAYS leads to MEN EVERYWHERE JERKING OFF IN UNISON, LUSTING AND PERFORMING ODD SEX ACTS LIKE RABID ANIMALS LOCKED UP FOR CENTURIES FAR FAR AWAY FROM THE FAIRER SEX.
give me a fucking break, catholic church. you are so fucking full of yourselves, so fucking blind to reality, to progress, to ANYTHING that makes sense in our modern world.
you're not in the saving business, you're in the fucking mind control business.
you make me fucking sick.
but i fear his point is being missed.
society in general makes all kinds of exceptions for delusionoids. muslims, christians, jews... whoevs... they're all crazy and they're all allowed certain privileges based on that crazy.
there is no credulity in religion 'cuz it's all fucking make-believe!!!
GET A GRIP! THERE IS NO FUCKING BEARDED MAN IN THE SKY SO STOP EXPECTING THE WORLD TO LAY DOWN FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE DERANGED.
my online profile is still there, just in case... but i'm not actively tryin' to holla at interweb females anymore. not for now at least.
a friend of mine, new to the single world, suggests we start going about it the old fashioned way, by hanging out in bars and buying chicks drinks, chatting them up, etc.
i'm not really keen on the idea. a) i don't drink much b) i don't particularly like hanging out in bars and c) i don't think i really want to be in a relationship with someone who hangs out in bars to meet men, but then i realized i was being judgmental and resolved to be open to anything.
for example... we tried hanging out at the pool club in his building (a real swanky chi town joint), to meet women. they flock there. in droves. and the percentage of hot ones is higher than anywhere else i've ever been (outside of the new york subway system -- nyc has a hot chick over population problem). i kept racking my brain, trying to understand why there were so many hot ones at this one place. and then it donned on me: MONEY.
fucking money. the place where he lives is pretty exclusive. he makes a handsome salary, so that's no surprise. once i made the connection, it made total sense. these women are husband-hunting and money is the name of the game.
i don't have a lot of money. i live pretty modestly. and as soon as those types of chicks find out i don't have any money (it doesn't take them long, believe me), they conveniently forget to return my phone calls.
i'm thinkin' it's time to rethink things.
or, better yet, stop thinking.
politically, i'm a left leaner, but the more i educate myself, the more i question the validity of the state.
my liberty guru wrote a great piece on the similarities between the two, and i think you will find it equally eye-opening.
the comment section gets a bit rowdy. i try not to get into arguments/debates where i am not well informed enough to be taken seriously, but i always marvel at those who do. one commenter went so far as to explain how god works.
i find it infinitely frustrating that believers say they know so fucking much about their precious, delusionoid GOD and how he works and why he does what he does... yet they can't seem to provide any elementary evidence of his existence.
that seems like a lot of wasted time and energy if you ask me, to spend so much time "understanding" and "knowing" something one can't even fucking prove is there.
his response is pure. he asks a few questions to make sure he understands it correctly, then seems satisfied and becomes more interested in playing.
if only the ass backwards state would do the same.
WE CAN LEARN A LOT FROM OUR KIDS!
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in fact, i'd argue that giada has the greatest set of knockers SEEN on television. EVER.
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fucking delusionoid twits. a selfish lot.
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but running 135 miles in 125 degree temperatures on a fucking ROAD in the middle of the summer? um... no. not interested.
for now, anyway...
but the real-life stories and individuals featured in this documentary entitled running on the sun (which is available for viewing free on YouTube), is so moving that i just have to share. this is part one. it's 11 parts long (feature length), but worth every second if you wanna know just how strong the human spirit can be. this is some real inspiring shit right here.
but being the father of someone whom half the planet really just wants to fuck, well, that don't interest me one bit.
i have a buddy who has two daughters and he is already paranoid about what the future will hold.
i don't envy him. i don't envy him one bit.
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i got goosebumps cuz this movie scared the bejeebusy SHIT outta me when i was a kid. remembering the collective trauma experienced by my sisters and i after watching it, i recently tried watching it again, to see if i could relive that fear factor moment.
the movie was so bad it was unwatchable.
nowadays, it's very hard to scare me, which sucks, 'cuz i used to LOOOOOOOVE horror movies. but, for the most part, i simply can't sit through them anymore because they're not scary anymore.
where's hollywood when you really fucking need 'em?
the latest to hypnotize me is this 65.4Hz track... which will really take you over around the 3:24 mark.
dude is a hit machine.
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spinnin da NINETIES.
say no more. just fuckin' enjoy this megabomb shit... and don't bring up no mc hammer or young mc antiruckus. DIS IS DA NINETIES!!!
yes, this vid is long. i suggest you hit play then try not to break nuffin!
logically speaking, my experience over the last 32 years tells me no. no, it's not worth it. the pain and suffering will always come eventually... i've never not had that happen. every great relationship i've had (i can count on one hand, maybe only need 2, 3 fingers?) ended. and it didn't take long, relatively speaking.
and, of course, each time i was extremely hurt.
that hurt... that pain... it's something one never truly gets over. yes, the level of pain will get diluted over time, but it will still always be there, no matter how hard one tries to hide it.
and i really don't believe marriage is necessary... nor can i honestly say that monogamy is a reality i can live in. i mean, i don't know... i just don't know.
i'm not trying to be some sad, wallowing sap whining about not being in love. no. fuck that. i'm just thinking that "love"... that "need" to be with another person, i'm thinking that it might not be as universal as one would think.
maybe some of us are better off alone.
i said maybe, dammit.
but the last time i got shitface-ripped-to-shreds was memorable. i mean, it was memorable up to the point i blacked out. i was with a buddy of mine and my brother-in-law, who was in town for a conference. my sister asked that i "take good care of him"... so my buddy and i got him full of whisky, tequila and a whole lotta beer.
we had fun (so i think)... and then all of the sudden, at about 3 a.m., we're all sitting at the late night bar, staring at each other, barely holding our heads up. i looked at my bro-in-law and said, "uh oh" then RACED for the bathroom.
i puked. bad. lots. everywhere. it was gross.
as i'm walking back out he is racing in, passed me, then i hear his wretched vomiting.
he comes out and says, "uh... that wasn't good. we better get outta here."
but then i had to piss, so i walked in the bathroom and then realized why he wanted to go so fast... between the two of us we fucking repainted that bitch with projectile vomit the way a child might paint a room if you gave him buckets of paint and a case of red bull.
we got outta there quick.
i am not proud of that story... but it is funny.
what's even funnier is that it took us a few days to actually remember the vomit-decorating happened. we pieced it together, bit by bit. like bros often do.
but, i can't get this song out of my head so i figure it's worth sharing.
congrats on FINALLY doing the right thing. why government should have any say in the bedroom is beyond me, but it's a fucking travesty that most of the country remains stupid on the subject of something so basic and so fundamental as to being allowed to marry whoever the fuck you love, whether y'all share the same genital makeup or not.
get on that shit, USA! quit being a moronic state!