CHRIST

The faithful condemn, they condone persecution,

as the suicides plummet with nowhere to turn.

For, if Christ cannot love them, then why should they live?

And, if God won't accept them, then they'll just have to burn.

There is only one faith and one road to be traveled,

which leads to that mountain where Man may find love.

But there's only a handful of rich men and preacher men

Able to lie and reach Heaven above.

So the suicides have to be burning in Hell now

and those of us left are just souls lost in sin.

And we're told by the faithful how evil we are

and that we must give them money to be born again.

But I can't help but think that, if Christ came to Earth now,

a pauper, hippie, a heretic man,

the faithful who worship him would crown him with thorns again,

call him a sinner and drive nails in his hands.

And we who have wandered a world without meaning

would find there a martyr who, for us, his life lost,

then our children will reign in some bigoted future

and impale the same outcast on the hypocrites' cross.

©Tracy A. Evans / 31 August, 1990

Current Mood: gloomy
Current Location: the house
Current Music: ELO - The Sun Will Shine on You

When I was still in The Pit, enjoying the interactions I had with a handful of sane music business homies, I often entertained a scenario where a snorkel of voracious, pissed-off weasels methodically skinned her alive, leaving her ravaged, bleeding form to get all manner of unwanted attention by creatures in the forest, who take their janitorial duties quite seriously. To be honest, that’s too good for her. Some people who are reading this post, can attest to a lot of what I’ve been saying about her since 2002, and I will attempt to communicate my memories of that. Essentially, we were at war with one another, not just work-wise, but creatively, business savvy (she had it all over me on that), and every single worldview to which each of us clung up to this very day).

This is someone who used the collective office phone to have a raucous conversation with a sales rep about she would have no clue on how to live on a $20-30K yearly budget, where all of her employees who were managing just that, listened on in disgust. This is someone who began threatening me with termination if, for the next 6 months, I had to drop out of work for even a half day. Aunt Tudi's doc appointments were a mess to reschedule and find other transport if I couldn't figure out how to work around the situation. On top of that, since my cube was right outside her office door, I was always the first one she'd come to each morning to say "G'mooooooorneeeeeeuuuunnn" and pretend civility.

And she loved to stand outside my cube and laud conservatives and everything they've ever done. One of our bitchiest fights was one night, when we were working over on promo campaigns, news came on the radio that Ronald Reagan had finally dropped dead. The Mistress had a sad. I said, "Thank fucking god. It's about time that piece of shit dropped dead. The world suddenly seems lighter and happier." She was scandalised, and began chanting all the good things he supposedly did for America. I shut her arse down with no mercy when I interrupted her to state that I was part Jewish and to watch a POTUS lay wreaths on SS officers graves after doing a PR tour of Bergen Belsen. "I was glad when I found out he was losing what little fucking mind he had, and I'm glad he's dead. I hope he suffered before the end, and I hope he's rotting in hell now."

We didn't speak for a couple of days.

Then a few months later, she was complaining about all the immigrants to me and the lady behind me, Joanie, who is Laotian. Being appropriate is a foreign concept to the Feudal Mistress. I let her say her self-inflated piece, which she ended by saying: "Besides, if they want to come into this country, they need to speak its language!"

To which I replied, "Oh, wow! I didn't know you could speak Cherokee! Let's hear you say something."

I was rewarded with two more days of peace and quiet. Before I left BMG, I purchased a special tee shirt I wanted to wear in a photograph with the Feudal Mistress. Politically, she may be a 9-volt battery, but she was pretty sharp when it came to passive-aggressive innuendo.The expression on our faces say it, don't you think? What I want to try to write about regarding our ongoing war that ended with the day the tee shirt I bought specifically to have a farewell taken with the Feudal Mistress, leaving no doubt in her mind that the entire front of my body is screaming murderdeathkill in a mild-mannered public service announcement. Whoever said that a picture speaks a thousand words should be honoured, or sainted, or given a So Good and True You Are, We Wish to Bestow upon Your Person, this Cliché Master's Medal of Honour.

"What is this all about?" You might ask.

( It gets image heavy from here, so let's have a courtesy cut, shall we? )

Honestly, I haven't felt this Sithly in a way too long. Maybe the Duggars are good for something after all.

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: the house
Current Music: Pink Floyd - Shine on You Crazy Diamond

According to the writer of this article, Christians Are to Blame for the War on Christianity. That's the name of the article. Personally, I would have made a distinct difference between the two groups, and there are two groups - true followers of Christ and extremists who slander him for their own gain. This is perhaps the best article I've ever read on the matter, though. The issue is spelled out under no uncertain terms, and it should be a wake up call to the Christians who suffer the tyranny of these horrible people almost as much as the rest of us. Eventually, though, the xtians, as I call them, will turn on the Christians as well, just as we've seen in the Muslim world. It's all the same, just with different names, and its driving force is power and insanity.

I am pasting the entire piece here, in the event it disappears from Huffington Post, or anywhere else it may be featured. The link to the article itself is in the title below.

Christians to Blame for the 'War on Christianity'

Some Christians believe that being anti-Christian is the only acceptable form of bigotry left in America. Outside of the absurdity of the vast majority of the claims offered as "proof" of this fallacy the hypocrisy necessary to make such a claim is phenomenal.

For example, noted conservative pundit Ann Coulter once stated, "liberals always play the victim in order to advance, win advantages and oppress others". While such tactics are hardly exclusive to liberals the supposed "War on Christianity" represents the pinnacle of all self ascribed pity parties.

Christians comprise just over 78% of the U.S. population, which is a significantly higher percentage of the population than the "angry atheists" who only account for 1.6%. What are these poor Christians to do when faced with such overwhelming odds against them?

The problem is that Christians have spent so much time pretending to be victims that they have become oblivious to their own indiscretions.

Spurned HGTV stars David and Jason Benham offer and excellent illustration of this point. The brothers took to Fox News to pen an article discussing how they were dropped from the station for standing by their "Biblical beliefs". Of course the problem wasn't that they were against marriage equality. The problem was that they funded and organized an anti-gay rally because ironically they felt that these "militant gay activists" shouldn't be given the opportunity to express their view that there is nothing "demonic," "veil," or "destructive" about being gay.

( cut for courtesy )

- Dale Hansen for The Huffington Post

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: the house
Current Music: Howard Jones - What Is Love?

This picture, which will take you to the Satanic Temple's website if you click it, may get some people's panties in a bunch, but I'm expecting the ones who take offense also support public land being used to provide citizens with religious messages, statues, displays, and so on, but only as long as the messages are xtian. Because of the high probability that those who frown on my opinions here are the perpetrators, even if expressed passively, of the destruction of American society, and I really couldn't care less if I hurt their tender feelings.

What is so glorious about the Satanic Temple's method of exposing this blatant hypocrisy is that they present logical arguments that can't rationally be refuted without the objectors relinquishing their religious privilege or coming across as the lunatic fringe extremists that they really are. The Temple also provides proof of the double standard theocrats have long enjoyed and employed to their benefit, via public records, laws, amendments, and so on, presenting to the government at the center of whatever religious spat is currently heating up all of the documents that support their claims and requests to take part in true religious liberty. They do this in a methodical, rational, objective way, which sadly seems alien, given the insanity the xtians have inflicted on the US for decades. This ploy is just pure genius, because when the xtians come in direct conflict with the Satanists in any forum that is easily accessible by anyone, they invariably look like the fruit loops they really are, in contrast to the calm, collected, professional demeanor of the "bad guys."

In addition to all this, the Satanic Temple has been able to editorialise our current society, highlighting how truly fucked up America is, mainly because of efforts on the part of our American Taliban to erase the lines that separate Church and State. Also, from what I understand about their ideology and religious observances, they are furthering their own spiritual evolution on the path they have chosen by doing all of this. As I said on someone else's timeline a few hours ago, who better to play Devil's Advocate than an organised group of actual, practicing Devil's Advocates? What's even more hilarious is the fact that the theocrats are directly responsible for disseminating the Satanic Temple's message by making underhanded demands for so-called "religious freedom." When jackholes get their arses handed to them by people employing the very tactics said jackholes have been perfecting for decades, a can of Red Bull gets its wings.

...and I cackle with blissful abandon.

Current Mood: impressed
Current Location: Home
Current Music: Shriekback - Bittersweet

please....

Current Mood: cynical
Current Location: home
Current Music: A show about this crap on the local CBS affiliate

After working 10 hours, first at the dollar store, then at Sally Foster, I come home and see the Vice Presidential debate between Joe Biden and Satan in a Dress. Already, my stress level is out the roof.

It was strange at the Dollar Store. Nine out of ten people who came in had something derogatory to say about the current economic situation and the lack of leadership our Fürher has displayed in all this, especially since his policies and decisions are the reason our economy is in the toilet. Some people were pro-McCain, but most everyone was keen on Barack Obama and were passionate about going to vote in November.

Michael Bloomberg is wanting a third term as mayor of New York. The law indicates that a person can serve only two terms, then they're out for good. It's mirrors the national law regarding the Presidency. But he wants to change that because of the economy. He argues that his experience in financial arenas is something that New York needs right now, so he should serve a third term, given the state of emergency in which our economy is present. This gave me a cold chill right down the old spine. If New York acquiesces to Bloomberg's suggestion, what's to stop Dubya from doing the same thing? I've said it before and I'll say it again here: something will happen that will make us have to put up with that Fascist asshole leading this country into oblivion indefinitely. He's figuratively pissed and spit upon the Constitution since day one and, now, it's so weak from eight years of abuse, it will probably be thrown out the window once Dubya and his Dominionist masters make their permanent presence in Washington official.

I'm so frightened by all this. I'm a Liberal Witch trapped on the buckle of the Bible Belt and I'm watching my country sink into the mire of Right Wing Fundamentalist oppression, and there's nothing I can do to change it or escape the horror to come.

Current Mood: scared
Current Location: home
Current Music: Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Radio

This topic comes to me courtesy of

dougals.

If Jesus were a time traveller, I think he'd go back to right after his death and beat the shit out of his followers who took it upon themselves to start twisting his teachings and philosophies to whatever end they thought was logical/propitious/whatever. Saul/Paul should be at the top of his list. And, before anyone gets their panties in a wad about my suggesting Jesus open up a can of Whoop-Ass on these converts, he essentially did this with the money changers in Temple, so he's not above doing what needs to be done.

Yes, I'd like to see the Jesunator go back in a time bubble and knock on Saul/Paul's door while Saul/Paul is writing 1 Corinthians 14:34-35. He should then pummel Saul/Paul and tell him he's a complete idiot, take his clothes (because travelling in time makes you naked as all Terminator fans are very aware), and head straight for Gaul to hang out with his wife and play with his kids for a while.

I think that if he set some people straight, we wouldn't be living in the screwed up world we're living in today. Of course, there's always the chance of failure, so Jesus' back-up plan should be to travel to our time. Here, he should set up his own ministry, maybe even have his own television show, and preach his own gospel. It'd be deeply interesting to see how many of today's Christians would turn on him, try to smear his name and have him barred from preaching and, if that didn't work, have him killed. I can see it now. It'd also be interesting to see how many people came to Jesus' way of thinking and became true Christians in total opposition to the Pauline Dominionist Status Quo currently trying to take over the world. Oh, the trouble he'd cause by simply being himself!

Current Mood: mischievous
Current Location: home
Current Music: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Before I journal about the activities and special moments of yesterday's trip to Asheville, I have to rant. What I have to say my offend some people, especially some women, so I'll put a cut here to spare folks who care not to go any further.

Also, to rape victims, this may be triggery, so please go no further.....unless you are a Right Wing idiot who is anti-choice.

( women's rights and which women deserve them )

Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: Oingo Boingo "Only a Lad'

Our Esteemed Fuhrer is making his speech tonight, attempting to convince those of us with brains that all is well while, at the same time, doing the Arsenio Hall "hoo hoo hoo!" to his Right Wing Dominionist cronies over the complete takeover of what was once a relatively decent nation. Sure, America has always had its problems (that's why I've identified as an expatriate since the early 80s), but what country doesn't? But now......now it's like a bad joke using all the longtime threats of Fascism known to anyone who has ever read 1984. Yeah, I'm a little disillusioned, bitter, and generally surly about the whole situation and am praying ever more fervently for the Alpaca Lips to come and reset the Order of Things.

So. The State of the Bunion that was once a Union, but is now a mere achy callous on the tender toes of Mother Earth....

We are continuing to assert our status of Collective Ugly American around the world by enforcing torture, illegal imprisonment, and warcraft without good reason.

Our Blue Hairs (Senior Citizens) are being driven slowly mad from trying to figure out their new Doublespeak Prescription Plan. Many are going without medicines that help save their lives. Now I'm all for keeping these menaces off the roads, but going about it like this is just cruel and unusual.

The Supreme Court has been tipped in favour of the likes of Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell. I've heard that Sam Alito is rereading The Handmaid's Tale to jazz up his spirit for his new position while all women of childbearing age should be practicing their new position in our happy little Right Wing Dictatorship.

Civil Rights takes another blow by losing Coretta Scott King as the young people of today are oblivious to the social ramifications presented by the Sixties. Young people are unaware that the Right Wing sabotaged what should have been the dawning of the Age of Aquarius by filtering addictive substances into pods of the Resistance, turning these hopeful revolutionaries into wraiths and turning the movement into a joke. Not to mention their killing Kennedy and Mrs. King's husband, Martin Luther. See where it's all gotten us?

Factory farming is still a fact.

The devastation of logging is still a fact.

Factories continue to belch filth into the air while individual smokers get blamed for causing cancer. Brilliant!

Women continue to die from ovarian cancer while scientists work tirelessly to create a new anti-impotence drug or figure out some way to stop and/or reverse male pattern baldness.

Our schools are being hijacked into teaching Creationism under the guise of Intelligent Design. Doesn't anyone find it funny that we were supposedly created via Intelligent Design, but we're being led by a barely evolved primate possessed by Legion? And we thought Legion only picked on swine. Silly us.

Reality TV is still holding the majority of the televiewing American public hostage while it perpetually sucks out our brains like the lifeforce being pulled out of Podlings by hungry Skeksis. I've come to believe that this is the main purpose of Reality TV, to do just that so we won't have the ability to fight back in any real capacity, just like the Podling zombies. Am I comparing the current administration to a pack of husk-dry Skeksis? Why, yes, I think I am.

Unemployment has reached ridiculous levels while we're being told on the news that the economy is going great and jobs are being created every day.

More people are losing health insurance every day while healthcare prices continue to rise at an exponential rate.

More people are dependent on drugs, particularly anti-anxiety and depression drugs, but we're being assured that life is great.

It's rumoured that America won't see it's Tricentennial, but would that really be a big loss now?

Okay, that's my State of the Bunion. More honest and, hopefully, more entertaining that Dubya's upcoming expulsion of vomit-inspiring lies. May he, his puppet-masters, and all of his cronies rot in the most stinking bowel of hell there is. Amen and Hallelujah.

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: King of Queens

LOST...............................

OH MY FUCKING GOD

On that line of thought, I am feeling the tremours of a crush on Mr. Eko. It could just be raw, humid lust.... but it may also be that inspirational feeling and may very well breed some nice fanfics if allowed to develop!

I need a Mr. Eko icon now, preferably using a screen cap of when he licks the tip of that knife. That was hot as hell.

Got back from Llew's at 8:45. We had an interesting chat while I was over there. It's now officially been a year since he jumped headlong onto my People Who Need to Be Maimed because They Fucked around with Tin's Feelings and Made Her Cry against Her Will list. He realises that I haven't quite gotten past that. Maybe I will someday. Maybe I won't. Either way, Llew and I have created a history with one another. There's no denying that I love him and will always do so. He feels the same about me. You can't help but love someone who's been in your life in an affectionate capacity for almost five years. But love can be transformed from one incarnation to another, as everyone knows. Llew acknowledged that, for months, we've been more like friends with benefits than persons engaged in a love affair. I did not argue with his summation, but I would have been lying if I had. It doesn't change the fact that I still love him and I know he loves me. I'm cool with that for now.

I have shaved....my.....legs! This is a monumental day in my life. I'll have another similar day sometime before Summer. I am Earth Woman and protest depilatory tactics! Let me run free and hairy, So Say We All!

At least, now, Dr. Yost won't have to make a part down my thigh and shin bone just to see a little bit of flesh on my kneecap. When you can corn row the hair on your legs, as a Western Woman, you are obligated to take certain measures. I guess that means I'm from the East 'cos I could don a pair of hooves and run around nekkid, and people would think I'm Pan. (IO IO PAN!)

In answer to

green_goblin70, I really don't know. I think you kinda blew it the first go 'round. You both wanted different things and, at that time, neither of you were willing to compromise. So.... I'd just forget about it.

Aunt Tudi is pitching a special kind of hissy for us to go to the flea market on Sunday to sell. If we do go, we'll be at the White Horse Road market because I hate TABS and we don't do very well there. We've accrued so much stuff, a lot of it courtesy of the Father Unit, that our house looks like we're in the process of either packing or unpacking. It's driving me crazy now too, and that's saying a lot 'cos I can tolerate clutter like nobody's business. My room in the castle would be the mad old wizard's chamber piled high with books and dust, with mucho paperwork strewn about the cobble floor. So, anyway, Aunt Tudi wants to get rid of a bunch of this stuff and I think I've put her off for as long as I can. She's been wanting to do this since June and I've always had a brilliant reason why we couldn't go. I've run out of reasons and she's run out of patience.

I can't stand the flea market, any flea market (or car boot for you lovely folks of the British persuasion....I was educated in Brit slang by the wonderful Miss

_willowmyst. Our flea markets are always drowned in the cacophonous miasma of Ranchero music, Country and Country Gospel, and the occasional dash of Southern Rock (perhaps a pinch of Lynyrd Skynrd or maybe even some Allman Brothers). Everyone is walking around sucking on nasty, slimy boiled peanuts or chewing on tuhbackee. They approach our table and paw everything on it without really buying anything, or they'll try to "Jew me down" (actual words said to me in jest by some overall-wearing, snuff-sucking, toothless, googly-eyed hick) so they can take it over to their table and sell it for twice as much. I HATE the flea market. If I can't find a way out of it, Aunt Tudi and I will be at the flea market Sunday morning. I'll take the laptop along with me in order to document the horrors of my environment, right down to the beer can windchimes.

The only occult shop that I know of in the area is just a hop and skip from the flea market, so I may spend a bit of my time at The Dragon's Treasure poking around to see what's new. I haven't been over there in almost two years! I could use some more candles and maybe even some nice incense. I'd also like to catch up on what decent books are out there now. I may even pick up a copy of the Witches' Almanac as I haven't gotten one in ages and I'd like to see where the larger community's collective mind is at now. Oh, and I'd like to check the message board and try to deduce what groups are still active in the area, just for curiosity's sake.

Sometimes though.....I have that flicker of desire to partake in a group ritual. Then I think of all the New Age Fluffy Bunnies, rebellious teenage Christians playing at Witchery, and general all-round psychos who comprise the majority of the Pagan community out there (that I know of, that is. I could be wrong here and I'd love to be!) and I decide to remain solitary so as to better nurture my Inner Sith and my Alpaca Liptic vision. On certain levels, I know I'm being selfish here because I'd rather be on my own and do as I please in my own way than work in a group who's motivations, skills, or inspirations seem inferior to me. I freely admit that, often, I can be a terrible religion snob. I once observed to some fellow Wiccans that I sometimes worried that I was a Fundamentalist Pagan. Things have to be done my way or I'm unsatisfied. That's not behaviour that benefits others. It's best I keep it to myself. My Way is just as flawed as anyone else's, I've come to understand. But it works for me.

They're having a news story about the billboard I took a pic of the other day. The reporter stated that local gays and lesbians are not happy with the message the ministry is trying to communicate. Well, big fucking woo! As long as any of us do nothing but whine and bitch about our country being sucked into that gigantic black hole of stupidity, nothing will change. And I'm including myself in all this. I could do more to try to stop our souped-up handbasket in which we are all travelling. The "executive director" of Truth Ministry just said that homosexuality is much like drug addiction or alcoholism and that, with the correct therapy and with accepting Christ in your heart, you can overcome your homosexuality and be healed of its dastardly effects. What the fuck ever. Offended people should take up sticks and other weapons and take to the streets. The more I see the passive-aggressive behaviour of the people in power and the tactics they use to nurture hate and intolerance, the more I want to bust heads open like ripe melons. I'm tired of being a ninny and I'm tired of others being ninnies. Time to rumble.

I've run out of things to bitch about. This post is now over.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: King of Queens

I've been listening to Arabic and Romany music for a good part of the day. There's something in that music that makes my blood flow just a little faster and freer through my veins. Klezmer does the same thing. Any music from the near East inspires me to a greatest of which I cannot conceive; therefore, I just listen and let my heartbeat pound in time.

Aunt Tudi went back to the doc today. She says Aunt Tudi is doing really well with her diabetes. She also said that Aunt Tudi's pharmacist is insane for thinking anything has changed on her insurance. Our last step to prove the old guy wrong is for Aunt Tudi to either contact a case worker or go down to the headquarters and talk to someone face to face. We'll be doing that tomorrow. We're gonna have to get something written, I'm afraid, 'cos the pharmacist is still arguing with Aunt Tudi about her coverage. I'm fighting the urge to pull him up by his collar and say, "Listen here, Captain Kangaroo! You're gonna fill my mother's prescriptions, you're gonna do it now, and you're gonna do it with a fucking smile on that pie face of yours, got me?" He looks like Captain Kangaroo, which makes me like him even less.

Afterward, we toodled down to the Beacon to take a picture of the billboard that's currently on display down there. It's horrific.

( see for yourself )
I'm just disgusted with this area.

mekkasimian be aware! You're moving into the heart and soul of Jesusland! Even though we Pagans try to call it the Girdle of the Goddess, Dominionists are winning out on making this area the Buckle of the Bible Belt. May the Mighties have mercy and yours and Mrs. Simian's souls!

On a lighter note, Ingles' brand Laura Lynn is advertising herself as a homo gal.

( again, see for yourself )

I snagged a couple of pics last night while over at Llew's. His granddaughter is really growing. She'll be six next month. She's not nearly as obnoxious as she was a couple of years ago. Let it be known here that I usually find most kids obnoxious, so it's nothing against Destiny. Another kid who's not as obnoxious as before is my pseudo niece Angel. She's become very affectionate and not as whiny as before. Anyway, onto the Llew pics.

( once more, see for yourself )

We've changed a little bit. It's hard to believe that we've been together five years this coming September. Our worst year was 2005. Our best was 2002, I'd say. The jury is out on 2006. We're working on it. If I were a "normal" woman, I would have jumped his ass yesterday. First he asked me I'd been drawing on myself and pointed to a line on my face. I checked in the mirror and it's a wrinkle! But it looks like a very light pencil park. Later on we were outside and Llew said, "I just found the prettiest white hair in your head! Oh look here are a few more!" Neither statements bothered me. I don't care about growing old and I think I've earned a wrinkle and a white hair or two. Hell, I'm 38. It's bound to happen sooner or later. So I didn't read Llew the riot act 'cos he was just being honest and at least he notices things about me. Better than nuttin'.

We went by Dr. Patch's to drop off newspapers and set up an appointment for Motley to get her shot. She's growing like a weed and has overcome her poor health, so it's time for her boosters. When I take her for her shots, I'm then going to set up her spaying appointment. I'm figuring she'll be due sometime in April, if not a little sooner. If I can get any pictures of her with her eyes open, I'll post 'em pronto.

I also got some ear wash for Riley, who is still spazzing with itchy ears. There's no sign of ear mites, so I'm thinking the wash may do the trick just right.

The rest of the night is mine. I intend to do what I do best: NOTHING. And then I'm going to bed and watching BSG til I pass out. It's one of my favourite pastimes!

Current Mood: content
Current Music: King of Queens

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