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| The Amplified Media | August 19, 2012, 8:12PM |
 by: Masigno |
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There is a disturbing trend of absolute Hyperbole on the part of news media and political speakers. What I'm talking about is the immediate use of top shelf words like dictator, fascist, communist, and this really has to stop. Anytime something goes wrong it's an immediate Watergate or Waterloo and when something goes right its reformation or salvation. These are powerful words and we use them to describe things that we've never experienced. Even under our worst presidents, Nixon and Bush we were very far from being under the thumb of a totalitarian dictator. That's a concept that's so far out of the mind of the average American they should have to have a class before given license to use it. To juxtaposition our dissatisfaction for whatever reason to President Obama being Adolph Hitler is borderline insanity. It cheapens the holocaust, and true oppression which most of us have no right to comment on. It's also always the first person who comes to mind under brutal dictators. Hitler or Stalin. No one is ever compared to Pol Pot, Slobodan Milošević, Mao Ze Dong, and it's because it's rhetoric that's not used to illustrate fact, or make a real comparison; proof that it's only talk made to sway the opinions of those who'd have no idea who Pol Pot or Omar al-Bashir are. It isn’t a right or left problem it's both sides immediately running for the biggest guns just to make things interesting, to sell, because they have to yell at callers, speak down to people, not let anyone get a word to speak in, no one has respect for one another, and no one is able to make a compromise. I don't mean compromise on policies, I just mean on ideas. We always have to oppose all parts; there can never be any giving of ground for people on the other side of the argument. How can we expect to raise intelligent and thoughtful children when we scream bloody murder on the news because someone disagreed with your opinion? We're teaching to speak and not listen and just push the argument along until no one can hear what anyone else is saying. We also have to take into account what our use of hyperbole does when their trying to use their context clues to figure out what is going on, it’s to the point where we actually have to teach children not to take the news literally! You have to be intelligent to watch American news and understand what is going on considering you have to pull apart the facts and try and back away the perilously strong opinion of whoever they give a microphone to. It's all a ploy to get old people and soft headed young people stirred to madness by mentioning phrases and concepts guaranteed to evoke an emotional response, as though it's the appropriate way to respond. Even people I enjoy like Rachel Maddow are guilty of it from time to time and that's worse than nut bars like Glenn Beck and Michael Savage using it, because at least someone with a little bit of inductive reason could tell who the idiots are being they’re the only ones doing it. This makes us all look the same as one another and we're not. Someone intelligent enough to believe in Women's Rights or Gay/lesbian rights should be smart enough to present their point intelligently and respectfully and rely of the validity of their statement. It really boils down to strengthening our two party system and keeping it rigidly separate and ineffectively equal. We need to discuss and try and grow from one another but it seems like we're always trying to be the teacher as though someone else should be learning from us, or worse we're trying to make a point of saying something that offends their views. This also keeps them from conducting real news and getting to real answers or better yet, the real questions. | |
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| Medication for the Beauty World | July 23, 2012, 8:22PM |
 by: BOTOXBOTOX |
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I wont shut my fucking my mouth and I have a lot to say right now. So if you have ANY intelligence, continue and read below. BUT if you only look at pictures and cant read, then please click off my nexo. Thanks. Now its time to talk about my favorite subject: BEAUTY. After being victimized every day for not being THIS OR THAT its time I put this shit to rest. I’m SOMEONE. Not SOME THING. Popular culture, reinforced by mass media, plays a cruel, tantalizing game with us all. In its commercial mode it creates an idealized standard of human appearance impossible for 99% of us to attain and then sells us products and services to help correct, minimize or disguise our inevitable shortcomings from this air-brushed image of perfection. Though increasingly aimed at men as well, the primary target of this ongoing campaign of creative dissatisfaction has traditionally been female. It is, after all, women who have been more conditioned from early childhood to equate their destinies with their looks. The wishful notion that with enough time, money, effort and will-power any woman can and should attempt to look like an extremely tall, young, slender-yet-big-breasted, Nordic blonde model of a certain facial bone structure more-or-less summarizes the prevailing beauty myth. Minor variations of the basic look are introduced and recycled periodically to keep more buyers in the fashionable game of adopting the latest imagery. This narrow concept of female beauty has been assimilated and perpetuated by both genders, though from quite different cultural situations. The desire for achieving the right image drives much of our media-saturated culture, especially the most impressionable, our young. The goal of the professional image-makers is that we consumers buy all those self-improvement solutions to keep the market economy going. The unintended consequences are somewhat less benign. The beauty myth of our culture is the psychologically crippling equivalent of foot-binding in an earlier China. Basically stupid. A self-confident teen is a rarity in the Worldwide Billions of young women suffer from chronic, health-threatening eating disorders. Some try to play the dangerous, often deadly game of becoming thin enough. Others opt out by stuffing their negative feelings with excessive, unhealthy food or deliberately making themselves less attractive. Some try to become invisible or even mutilate themselves in reaction to the idealized mold. No girl remains unaffected. Girls with DNA not programmed to fit most of the highly improbable physical characteristics of the beauty myth just give up, often in depression. Even those who come closest to attaining the current "look" tend to magnify or imagine minor "flaws" and are often the least self-satisfied of all. By no means limited to teenagers, weight control has become a world wide obsession and a major, diversified industry. The point being: you are being over-fucked and sold, your soul sold. And not many people seem to care. ITS ALWAYS ABOUT IMAGE and I know some of you who are hurt the most by this will counter act and try to blame it all on me BUT ITS NOT ABOUT ME. I know who and what I am. But do you? Do you know what the fuck you’re thinking, or is someone else doing it for you? Now, when I am walking around and I see signs advertising diets or hear ads on the radio I just shudder. This just reinforces the idea that some peoples' appearances are "wrong". How can this be? Who and What lets the normal standard of beauty exist? Well, pick up a magazine for a minute. Flip through. Look at the ads and pictures closely. Everyone is trim as a supermodel. Turn on your television (or don't, it might not be worth the experience). Look at the sort of people who are on sitcoms. Look at the people on the news and in commercials. All trim and slim as can be. Perfect make up complexions. Scary and sick. I try to confront these people. Asking, what’s wrong with your head.. but it’s a disease that cant be easily fixed. Just try to smile and look pretty. This is our culmination of Miss Universe? This is all very gross. How do you feel now? I guess your part is pretty obvious for what you can do to help. I just wish I didn't have to always only hear this message from women. Men are suffering from the exact same problems. They just don't have as much of a voice. | |
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| Anorexic Images, Our Bodies Destroyed | April 8, 2012, 4:52PM |
by: BOTOXBOTOX |
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Tomorrow if I was ran over by a car and scarred for life, none of you would care. Mutilated, disfigured. A monster. It’s horrible to even think about that happening, but I’ve noticed the trend in “I love your looks” responses and no one bothering to take a look behind the pictures and notice the words screamed in vain, written in a time of need. sacrifice. its what I do every day to myself. I cant give credit to everyone because I do have many friends on here who do care and read what I have to say, but everyone else makes me hollow.. sweet bruises.. in a split second my face could be smashed in, forever a fucking troll. no more pretty eyelashes or makeup, no more friends, no more admirers.. no more life. loneliness would swallow me up like a giant fish. I almost pray for that day to come. Makeup. ersatz. false reason. its all here but I choose not to let that side show. the horror of impossibility. my strength can only reach so far. but I’m recognized every day for my beauty. my face, my makeup, my mouth, my skill in destroying something human and normal. I’m foreign, alien. but why do looks matter to everyone? they can be taken away so fast that its hard to believe you ever had them. plastic surgery and psychology help isn’t going to save your soul. so as you see me all fattened with glamor, pregnant with glitz and speaking truth.. just remember: one second and its over. It’s time to face the real world. The planet has become one big mirror and it makes me sick. Everyday I see people trying so hard with priorities and desperate attempts at individuality, but what’s behind it all? Everyone wants to be a Hollywood star with every second of vanity and fame. As we all grow older we see these “beauty queens” every day of our lives. We walk down the street and notice a billboard of the same blonde whore trying to look pretty, we see magazines filled with images of wafer-models and anorexic imagines. It’s “cool” to destroy yourself. We’re raised and taught that those are the people we should become. Male or female, socially acceptable or not, a person that is soooo fixated by their own appearance is vain and a little too self-important. Being vain comes from wanting so bad to be what were not, what we pretend to live for and what we’ll never be… It’s hard to understand why someone would want to be the next rock star just so they can become something fake. But we watch TV, we read articles and talk about looking like actors and singers… why? Society has developed itself into a painful course of images. All we hear about is Britney Spears, who’s hot and “Oh my god, the dress!” and who’s the ugliest. Who really cares? You do. Appearance has become such a huge factor into every day life. Losing weight is the new trend and dying your hair every other month is “cute”. If you’re considered “over weight” by the people around you (like at school or work), your life will miserable. Harassment happens everyday whether we want to admit it or not, and it’s because of what we grow to accept. Seeing that beautiful girl on the front page is what’s wanted SO bad, but it can’t be reached. Is it fun to analyze your body, get plastic surgery and wear a fake smile? Underneath the make-up, clothing and money is a lifeless person that’s been changed to sell and be marketed. We are the ones buying all the weight loss programs, we are the ones trying to live and not be treated horribly. Who cares if you’re a bit heavy. Does that change what kind of person you really are? The old saying “what’s inside counts” hasn’t been understood in centuries. Getting rich and creating the next scandal is always in the back of CEO’s and record companies minds, because if you’re pretty it doesn’t matter. Your face covers up all the lies. I don’t think it will ever be established to like what you have, what your “God” gave u… As long as our eyes are filled with pretty pictures and skeleton models, its useless. Try to look at yourself and see something good. Its hard… but it can be done. Forget the fake eyelashes and the push-up bras, what’s good about you? Everyone has something inside that can be found. Personalities are now shot with vanity, and ego’s are bigger then my waist size. If you say “I’m so hot” you’re probably a low-life who wishes he/she was what we can‘t steal. Forget the nose-jobs and fake nails for once and try to act human. Try to get to know someone next time before saying “she’s too ugly and fat” because it actually hurts the people you’re talking about. Could we make other’s feel nice for a change instead of bashing their life-style? I wear make-up because its spiritual and makes me feel calm, its art and its my passion; not so everyone can like me… because not many people do. It’s obvious I’m not a super star. It’s obvious I could care less what someone who’s never spoken to me says. Burn the magazines and turn off MTV, its slowly decaying who we once were. Love + Lipstick - Jeffrey | |
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| America and the rest of the world (founded on the interwebbys) Not my work. | February 19, 2012, 4:17PM |
 by: dark_crow |
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Let me clarify that when I say America, I mean the United States of America, as a majority of people often do. Most people overlook the fact that America is actually a continent with a large number of interesting and varied countries that are not in the least bit as horrible as the USA. My complaints are exclusively targeted at the USA. Well, I complain about the Americans continually, and as far as I am concerned, with plenty of reason. I often say that I hate Americans, which is a bit of a heavy-handed statement and not entirely meant. In reality, there are plenty of nice and plenty of horrible people in every country. The difference is that American society and culture frustrates and annoys me immensely. So… The list: - Obsessive pride. This really irritates me. I’m British, and a major component of the British sense of humour is insulting yourself. It doesn’t really matter if you mean it or not (and often I do, we have lots of problems of our own (New fucking Labour, for example)) but it’s the actual act of mocking oneself. I just can’t see Americans being able to find the modesty. There are bloody flags everywhere. Let me just explain that in stark comparison, I can’t think of anywhere I know of within 10 miles where I can see the flag of my country being flown. It’s not because we don’t like our country or are not proud of it. We don’t need to demonstrate that pride continually. I almost applaud the sense of national pride that Americans have, but I don’t. It’s over the top and besides, I don’t think they have much to be proud of. - History. I realise that Americans try to make the most of what history they have, which is very minute. There are pubs in my home town that are older than the USA. Most of the buildings in the town centre are probably older than the USA. The Grammar school that I went to was founded in 700AD, that’s 1300 years ago. And that’s nothing. Nothing at all. The Great Pyramid, 4000 years old. Ancient Roman and Greek structures ranging from around 2000 years old (the Colosseum) to things like the Parthenon which is around 2500 years old and even neolithic structures in places like Scotland that can be around 6000 years old. The USA is a very VERY new country, and it needs to realise that fact. There is no history in the USA. So stop banging on about the founding fathers and whatever else you think is history. Anything in the USA absolutely pales in comparison to places elsewhere that absolutely ooze history. Jericho is over ten thousand years old, Istanbul is over five thousand years old, Athens, 5000, Jerusalem, 4000 and so on. - Culture and Society. American Culture is spreading across the globe like a virulent plague and Americanisation and Commercialisation are gradually destroying many places. American culture is cheap and nasty, American products are cheap and nasty, I like to use the xbox 360 as a relevant example. It feels cheap and shoddy, it looks cheap and shoddy, it breaks easily, its ugly, and it is designed and made with the express intent of making money for rich white men. It’s shit. The same can be said for American cars, electronic products, the whole bloody lot. American society is also very violent, America has had a very very gentle and calm history. List the number of times the USA has been invaded. List the number of empires that have conquered it, subjugated the local population and slaughtered dissidents. From every perspective, the USA has had a very sheltered and relaxed history. You can cry and whine about nasty Muslims blowing themselves up all you want, but it is nothing compared to, say, Africa which is ravaged by wars and massacres. Why, then, are there so many murders? Why do people need bloody guns? Carrying a gun around annoys me more than anything else. A gun is designed for the express purpose of killing. Some people carry them for “self defence”, perhaps of the opinion that it will deter another attacker. Ultimately though, you don’t address violent crime by allowing everyone to carry around a potential murder weapon. Lets remember that the murderer can buy guns too. - The illusion of benefiting the world. I will admit that there are a number of things invented by Americans that have benefited the world, but that list is very insignificant. Perhaps the only truly significant invention is artificial flight. The Wright brothers are the fathers of air travel, and air travel truly changed the world we live in. You can argue about various electronic technologies and the Internet, but these things are not exclusive to the USA. If you compare this to, say, the inventions of agriculture, music, metalworking, language and writing, maps, philosophy, gunpowder, sailing, government, steam power, steel, wheels and axles, sanitation, medicine, currency, printing, clocks, telephones and computers. All of these are important and critical inventions that drastically effect our lives and the world we live in. None of them have anything significant to do with the USA. Just to clarify again. I don’t hate America(ns) as such, but I do get very irritated by the country as a whole. Oh, and everyone is too bloody religious, but I’m an evil Atheist, so I’d obviously say that… | |
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| Same Sex Marriage | May 25, 2011, 3:18PM |
 by: ItsUpToMeNow |
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I hate that people get made fun of for their gender, sex, sexual orientation. It’s horrible. I don’t know why everyone in the world is so close-minded. Or perhaps it’s mostly the USA. We think we’re better than everyone else just because we’re “The land of the free.” How can we even call ourselves that when the GLBTQ community is still trying to fight for equal rights? What’s so free about a man loving another man, but they can’t get married in most states? I’d honestly trade my own right to marriage just so they could have the right. Why is it that everyone tries to say homosexuality is wrong because the bible says so? Because they can’t come up with a real reason. “Oh well God says it’s wrong so it must be wrong!” How the fuck do we know what God thinks? We don’t even know if there really is a God so find a better argument you fucktards. If I want to love a man I’m going to love a man and if I want to love a girl I’m going to love a girl AND if I want to love a transgendered person or someone who’s unsure of their gender THAN I’M GOING TO LOVE THEM. FUCK SOCIETY. | |
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| Life, and the beauty it brings. | January 20, 2010, 9:39AM |
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As Human beings, we are physically and mentally programmed to undergo tough and often make-or-break moments. That being said, we all treat this problems and situations differently, and have various ways of solving them. Well what if life was not meant to be so hard? What if everything you ever desired your life to be, down to the kind of clothing you want could all be made possible? No more feeling depressed about seemingly stupid situations that arise. Sounds far fetched doesn't it? Well its not, believe me ITS NOT. This is not an article about something i read, or some guy on the TV that says "You can better your life if you buy this book". No. This is personal experience, heartfelt experience. Raw emotion. 2009 was a very bad year for me, constant lying and selfishness caused me to lose the most valuable assets of my life. My family. I owed my brother 8 thousand dollars which he took out a loan for so he can purchase a car for me, then i was supposed to find a job and pay him back. Well i found a job, it lasted all but 2 months. I lied to him and my parents that i was going to work, when in reality i was driving around, often finding random, hidden places so my folks and brother couldn't find me, should they drive past. I kept this up for 2 weeks straight, 5 days a week. Most of the time it was to early in the morning to go to friends houses or anything like that, as i began work at 7 am, they were sleeping. Well once, out of sheer frustration i called my brother and told him i was coming home because i left work early because they wanted me to scan some pictures from home (I was a scanner operator). Well my brother did not buy that at all. Previous lies to him and deception had caused him to lose a certain amount of trust in me. So he got his then fiance (Now wife) to call my boss and ask if she could speak to me, well my boss told Melanie (My brothers fiance) that i had quit 2 weeks earlier. At this same time, when i had called my brother and told him i was coming home early, i had this strange feeling in my stomach, i knew what i was doing was bad, and i actually realized that today would be the day i would get caught. So i went to the local psych house to speak to a Psychiatrist that i was seeing a while before this, and upon hearing my stories of deception and anger, the doctor recommended i stay at the Youth Home for a week (Mental house). As soon as i got out of the building i called my brother (who at this point had not yet taken it up with his fiance to call my boss) and he suggested i should do what i think is right. I decided i wouldn't do it. I went to my friends house and we went to the local shopping center for some Portuguese chicken, a good friend who i knew i could rely on. I had told him of my quitting the job but not of lying about where i was. Right on cue, as if some higher power had a purpose for me, my brother calls me. "Dzenan, why the f**** did you lie to us??? After everything we did for you? After all you put us through? You knew our wedding is coming up and you still f**** me around like this? You selfish little c***. Pack up your stuff tonight, me and Melanie dont you want you in the house anymore" And that was it. I explained to my friend the situation, he drove me back to my brothers house, who conveniently was not there. But upon entering my brothers house, my parents (Who were staying there to because they were waiting for the tenants to leave the house that they had just bought) welcomed me with disappointment. It seems my brother and his fiance had gotten to them first. With a million thoughts rushing through my head, i quickly ignored my mums plea to understand why i had become like this, the black sheep of the family, the lire, the deceiver, and packed up everything i could fit into 2 large rubbish bags, and quickly put that, along with my trusty sketchbook and pencils, and a few books on jack the ripper and other assorted past times, hopped into my car and drove to the mental home. This is where my life began to spiral at a pace i could not control. Upon entering the building, a group of nurses welcomed me with false smiles to the hospital and showed me to my room. Walking through the kitchen area i saw a few other patients gathered around a table. One who would be my next girlfriend for 5 months, and who would show me, in her own sick and twisted way, why i did not want to be like that anymore, and why i would change. I ignored everyone, and with my hood over my head and my bags under my arms i stormed into my new room. To be honest, it was not that bad in their. A decent sized room, with a in built bathroom and toilet, and places where i could store my clothes. The nurse assured me if i needed anything, they would be just around the corner, and that i should wait for 10 minutes for the Psychiatrist to asses me. I locked the door, had a shower and arranged all my things. I was surprised to see that the room had a really big whiteboard in it too. So i went out and took the nurses advice, and asked if i could borrow a whiteboard marker. She generously handed me a brand new blue marker and said i can have it. I returned to my room and immediately began to do what i always do when i end up in situations i cant seem to get out of. I began to draw. Half an hour later, and a lot of blue ink on my palms from rubbing out, Superman VS Captain America was displayed on the whiteboard. And when the 10 minute Psychiatrist came in half an hour later, he looked at me, looked at the drawing, and said "You have an amazing gift, what are you doing here??" I giggled. After bleeding my self out to him, and crying like a little 5 year old boy, i finally was able to retreat in the safety of my room. A Seroquel and 2 Valiums later, i was in dream land. I woke up in the morning feeling strangely free and alive. I jumped out of bed, had a shower, put some fresh clothes on and pounced out into the kitchen where breakfast was waiting for me, along with about 10 other patients. One of the patients fit the cliche of a mental home flawlessly. She was in a long white gown, with an iPod, walking around the kitchen table for about 25 minutes. But i gobbled up the breakfast and wondered what to do next. I was still not in the mood or the mind state to be socializing with anyone, so i just asked one of the nurses if they could open up the gym for me, as they previously told me that their was a gym there, when they took me for a tour. The nurse gladly obliged and i went into this gym, hoping no one was there, i really needed some time to my self. Well someone else was thinking the same thing as i was, because there she was, lifting small weights with a big, Greek man behind her for support. She looked at me, and smiled, i looked at her, and i smiled. And that was it. I would find out later, when i was dating her, that the Greek man was in fact her Ex-Boyfriend, and he 40+ years old, when she was 17 at the time, he owned the Hotel/Strippers where she was staying. This girl had problems, it didn't take a genius to figure it out, i mean come on, i met her at the Psych hospital. But to make a very long story as short as possible. We fell in love. That night, me and her went for a cruise, her finding out i had a Nissan 180sx, she was crazy to go for a drive somewhere. But we needed permission from our shrinks. They let us go, but our curfew was only till 9pm. Me and her came back at 5am the next morning. We had sex in my car that night at least 4 times, we had taken Seroquels, and had drunk energy based alcoholic beverages. We were, in term, off our faces. We were wild, rebels, and we didnt care what we did. And that was the bottom line. 2 days later we left the place, and putting our stuff, which was not much, in the back of my car, we headed for the road. We had no idea where we were going, we had no money, and no places to stay. We lived in the car for a few days, talking to each other, opening up, crying, laughing. Finally i got my fortnightly benefit pay and we were able to indulge in the luxury of a cheap motel room where we felt like a real couple with a house and a family. By this time our minds were altered by an extremely large amount of consumption of marijuana and alcohol, and we cared for nothing but each other. We were Bonnie and Clyde. After my reserve of money was running low, and the payment for the motel was approaching, we were beginning to worry. But fate has a funny way of dealing with things, and my Aunt called me and demanded we stayed with her, she had learned of my homeless situation and began yelling at me as to why i didnt come to stay with her. Um, maybe its because your a ice junkie who has a daughter and steals all the time? But hey, any bed is better then no bed, so we quickly seized the moment. We stayed at my aunts for 2 whole months, and after many suicide attempts from my ex girlfriend, who i will not name, we decided we should move to live with her mother, on the other side of Australia. Worst mistake possible. I hated every minute of being up in Queensland, even though its recognized world wide as Australia's tourist capital, i couldn't stand the isolation, no friends, not knowing anything or anyone. And after one massive fight, she cut her self, and i told her i couldn't do this anymore, and begged my parents to buy me a ticket back to Melbourne. Lectures upon lectures, promises and threats if i broke those promises later, they agreed to fund my trip back home. I came home, and i literally cried in my parents arms. You see, i was in a messed up state, extremely. A kid with a lot of rage and selfishness built up, where no one or anything else mattered but my self. And it took someone else, a girl, who is beautiful, but fights her own demons, to make me realize what i screwed up. This girl is a sweet girl, but she has problems, we all do. But the MAIN thing i learned from all this experience, all the sex, drugs, and rock and roll, is that you create your own problems, whether you realize it or you don't. Life is a constant struggle, yes, situations to come when certain factors have to be taken into consideration, but if you really, really take the time to look at these problems, you will always find a answer. You only struggle as much as you want to, depression and mental disorders are all in the head, and no amount of Seroquels or Valiums will change that. A great man once said: "The only illusion in life is disillusion". I truly believe that. If you have taken the time to read this personal journey of mine, then i thank you, and i hope you find the strength to be proud of what you have and who you are, like i did. Oh and by the way, me and my brother are all good now, and i begin my teaching drawing class in February. :) Peace everyone. And for you my ex girlfriend, one day you will find that peace as well. Love you all. | |
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| When does the rainbow end, and humanity begin? | March 15, 2009, 6:52AM |
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I am a homosexual. Twenty-one years old... I have spent so many years trying to be this "gay" man that I have been educated by the media and the government to believe is what a fag should be... But why? We homosexuals become stereotypes... we complain that people don't take us seriously and yet we fit what they hate about us. Not because the homosexual gene makes us that way... We do it because it is comfortable. When we are harassed and told we are evil we curl up with Cher's Greatest hits... or with glitter... it is effective, this coping skill... But when is enough enough? We beg for people to accept us... and yet we are so uncomfortable in our own skin..... We respond to their hate... with hate... How does that work. Have we forgotten that we were raised in this same bigoted fucked up world... They had no reason to think different... So them not understanding is completely not their fault. We need to listen to Mahatma Gandhi... "Be the change you want to see in the world." I have a lot of straight male redneck friends... They are my friends because I refuse to be a stereotype. If I wear make-up or girls pants or listen to Cher... It is because I want to... Not because some mystical nameless fag tells me to be. I am who I am because that is the way I am... Not because I am suppose to. I feel sexy in heels so sometimes I will wear them... And I don't do it to make a statement.... I do it because I CAN! I understand homophobia... I don't like it... but I get it. I try to change that in everyone I meet. I have been friends with skin heads for christ's sake... I don't know if this is an article or just a rant... I want to know your opinions... this is off the top of my head... I am sorry for any grammatical mistakes... please forgive them... take from this what I am saying... not how I say it.... Thank you! | |
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| Has Christmas lost its true meaning? | December 25, 2008, 6:56AM |
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Some see Christmas as getting free gifts from people who love you. Others see it as a day to get with family and be around the ones you love and who love you back. Then you got those who go to Christmas mass. Which brings me to the next part of the article. It is a mixture of many things one being spending time with family on this of most religious days. Yes it was originally a religious day. Christmas is the day the Jesus Christ was born. As you all know a lot of people no longer celebrate it as the day that he was born. A lot more people are using this day to spend money on outrageously over priced gifts on those they love. Has it really come to this? You may ask. Yes it has, many people across the globe who celebrate this day are no longer looking forward to spending time with their family or to celebrate the day that a icon of religion was born. I personally do not believe in the same god or savior. I believe that there was a man named Jesus Christ, but that is besides the point. My point is that we the people of this planet, those of us who celebrate this day but don't believe in god or Jesus Christ, need to stop being so materialistic and concentrate on our families. Your life cannot be that bad that your parents do not love you enough to spend 300-500 dollars on you for a game system. Obviously they love you. So today go spend time with your family, eat a good dinner, and enjoy this holiday. | |
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| Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes? | September 19, 2008, 5:39PM |
 by: TheKinginYellow |
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The views of Internet "culture" and IRL from an admitted troll's perspective. Lets give this a proper send off. My name is of no value. Names are just something to give an object a sense of purpose. But their is no purpose really. Purpose is objective. I believe everything is objective. Hence my disbelief in good or evil. 100 years ago they thought killing some one for the color of their skin was fine, 1000 years ago rape was AWWWWWWWWWWRIGHT. So why in today's day in age are things different? They aren't. We try to dress everything up nice and pretty and try to make things seem fair. But they aren't. By nature people are self centered. They fear what they do not understand. That fear turns to blind hate. I understand this. I accept this as truth and don't allow it to hinder me. As a matter of fact I use it. Life has only the purpose you give it. I watch and see all these people doing all these things. But why? I constantly ask myself why do they do it. Why buy these clothes that cost so much? Why buy these things and waste away time doing all these moot things? Its beyond my understanding. It is not what you own or wear that makes you. So why do it? Because their lives are empty and they try to fill this void with purpose. But in the end, you have no purpose. How am I different? Understanding the bleak meaning of life would be a mind crushing experience to most I would assume. I don't understand how I myself handle it. I like many others give myself purpose. But my purpose isn't to get rich or famous or to be loved. I would rather be hated and forgotten, thus far I'm doing a great job at that. But why? I'll tell you why wonderful reader. I believe my purpose is to show everyone not to be serious. How do I go about that? By ruining peoples days, at times even lives. With out mercy or pity I hunt people down through out the Internet whom I believe deserve it. Like ICP? You're fucked. Love CP? So do I but you're extra fucked with myself and party V&. Think being a furry should be accepted and loved? I have your dox and your 40 pizza's are on the way. You want to be famous and think being a massive faggot is going to help you? Pray that theirs a god watching out for you lest I judge you unfunny and indulge in some ultra violence. Now, to the root of it all. I hate the term "hater". Its so... bland. The first website I was ever banned from I was called a troll purely because I disagreed with the majority of the staff of the website. I wasn't exactly what I am today, but I was well on my way. Anyways, I was deemed a troll merely because I disagreed. Now to that point, everyone that doesn't agree with you is obviously a troll and must be destroyed, amirite? Yes and no. And I'll leave that answer vague so one can come to his/her own conclusions. Because in the end... Its all objective and pointless. So lets just have a holocaust of self indulging lulzy fun. I hope what I've written has confused you more then its helped you to understand. | |
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| Got Purpose | September 18, 2008, 4:45AM |
 by: my_little_pony |
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I haven't written anything mind opening lately. I like to explore my thoughts and have anyone who reads respond. Not that I think my thoughts are going to change the world or anything, but they certainly affect who I am, and that matters a lot to me. I guess something I've learned lately is that every day should have a purpose. It feels great knowing that every day I need to drag my ass out of bed and haul it to work. You know why ir feels so fantastic? Because I am needed there, they need me and it feels good. Serving humanity daily, if only in a small way, is good soul food in my opinion. If you don't have a purpose then what is the point of living? If your purpose is finding a purpose higher other than feeding your own basic needs then I think that's fine, as long as you are happy. Some days my purpose is to do my job well, some days it's to make others happy, and some days it's to relax and serve myself so that I may help others in a better way. I don't think that anyone REALLY knows what they are here for. This could be heaven or this could be hell. This could be the only rock in the universe that we are ever going to live on and we should make our time on it as great as possible, because what else is there to do if you really don't know what comes after this place? Often I find myself wanting to see what's next, right now, because I am overfilled with curiosity about what could happen and what may not. I ponder this for a moment and realize that it would be a total waste, because I know that I'm not going to live forever and I will eventually find out what's next. It could be nothing, it could be everything. How do you know that your time here isn't up yet? You're still here. Make it a good one. | |
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