gotta remeber the good book

The Apocrypha Discordia that is.

In times of personal strife I like to remember the Gospel of St. Pesher the Gardener.

I suggest you read it next time you end up some where boring; church, work, jail, you know, where ever

There's no earthly way of knowing ...

Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

I'm angry at what my government is doing. I disagree with the foreign policy that my country is putting forth. I encourage anyone who reads this to look, critically, at the Government and what it does. I hope that you the reader will believe as I do that this administration should not be in charge. I believe them to be criminals, incompetents or both. I believe the practices of this administration are immoral even if they can be justified by law. I feel that we need to cut the power of the federal government. Too much power has been put into the hands of too few. The checks and balance system that we were all taught in public school is being manipulated so that won’t do the job that it was intended to do. Bush is replacing people who oppose him with people who are loyal followers. We are coming to see that the people who have stood for the president, who have admitted faults and claimed responsibility for mistakes, are not going to see punishment. So many things are wrong and I see no way to fix them but to ask others to think about what has happen and share my opinions with them.

I will not tell you what is right; only you can do that, I will only tell you what I think. You can feel free to challenge my beliefs or ignore me; it’s your choice.

Cowardice, Hypocrisy, Professionalism and the Death of Pride

Lewis Black; a man who constantly slams the government and important political notables, was asked to perform for the Congressional Correspondent’s Dinner; one of the two biggest social/political events held in Washington DC every year and attended by some of the biggest names in politics. Lewis Black's performances are usually full profanity, opinions about political screw ups, and nostalgic moments of a more American America. Lewis was told that he couldn't swear, couldn't bash the President (who was scheduled to attend), and needed to make the performance palatable to the DC, right-wing, pro-christian audience (Lewis is Jewish). After considering it and getting advice about it Lewis decided to take the job and do his act after modifying it heavily. I believe that must have been monumentally difficult for a man who punctuates sentences with the word fuck and rants nearly psychotically about politics and politicians. I have to commend that because it really does say something to care about your audience, as a performer, to drastically change your act so that they can enjoy it. That shows Professionalism; to judge your customers and make sacrifices to make them happy.

I would like to say that I also feel that given his normal material that he is a coward for not going on with his normal act. He had an opportunity to tell them, in the way he tells thousands of others, that he is angry with the decisions they make. He had the floor and instead of sticking to what he believes he rolled over and changed his act to please the very people he hates. That’s cowardice. It’s hypocritical. It’s shameful.

The only reason that I can’t say that I think Lewis ought to be beat black and blue with his own belt is that I don’t know if I would have had the strength to practice what I preach. I would like to think that I would have told the coordinator that called me that there was no way I was going to sacrifice my integrity to pander to a bunch of self-important assholes. I would like to think I would have happily accepted the job with the forewarning that I was going to do my act the way I wanted and that, since the President was going to be sitting right next to me, I would be telling him to his face in front of all the Congressional Correspondents exactly what I thought of him.

I would like to think that I would stand up for my beliefs and that if they foolishly gave me the floor I would use it to do what I always do when the opportunity arises; express myself. But I don’t know. I’ve never had my beliefs tested that thoroughly. I can’t say what I would do in that exact situation because that would be the hardest test of my life, but I can say that Lewis Black failed.

Lewis, you're still funny, but you are a hypocritical coward.

Thats something I need to remember

"Polytheism is democracy, Monotheism a dictatorship, even in its psudo-secular form"

http://www.monochrom.at/polytheism/

This I want

I want to be paid to eat, drink, and be merry. I would love to have someone pay me to eat their food and comment on how they got things done. I am going to look into culinary academies and the books so that maybe I might be able to one day call myself a learned man in the food world. Its a nice dream.

eat to live. live to eat.

Right and Wrong

I believe killing people is wrong no matter what; even if they are some unholy union of Hitler, Ted Bundy, and Jeffery Dahmer. However, I believe it is more wrong to allow certain people to live if you can help it; like the afor mentioned people. That doesn't make killing them right, it is still wrong, but it does need to be done. I don't want to kill people but there are some people who I wouldn't mind seeing dead. At what point do you give up, grab a rifle, and solve the problem yourself.

Analyze This

I had a dream the other day where my Uncle told me I have to go fight an army of undead gerkin vampires. It was a tiresome chore but I reluctantly agreed. They had little bat wings and stick figure arms and legs and carried little pickle forks. As wave after wave of their diminutive green bodies flapped towards me I slashed at them with a fish; a salmon or a haddock or something, something that went good with relish. Soon I was surrounded by the bodies of the fallen and bled from many tiny puncture wounds which the Gerkins acidic juices stung. I went back inside the straw roofed house of my ancesters and had a grill cheese sandwich and went to sleep.