Man O' War

I am.

We are discussing Obama in ethics and Blue Hat has his hand up. Oh my (insert deity here)!! I will be providing commentary if it is good enough.

He thinks its time we had a minority in the white house. doesn't think obama is right one. acorn. two hospitals birth blah blah. renounced citizenship? stereotypical bullshit. mccain never pulled race card but obama did.

HA. Some girl also said "What if George Bush was black? Did anybody ever think about that?"

Ok. I'm sorry. Perhaps this is wrong and horrible, but how are there this many stupid people around me at any given time? We are now seeing the downfall of man's intellegence at it's ripest. I think back to books or articles I've read about people of past times. Generals, leaders, philosophers, scientists, middle class, lower class, people from all walks of life have done many amazing things. Now, I'm sure there have always been stupid people. However, I do sincerely believe that there has been a massive decline of intellegence within the general populace of America. I cannot speak for the rest of the world but I would imagine that this is a fairly universal trait. I'm ignorant, but I'm trying to get rid of it.

My posts are getting very bad. I am sorry.

Boom goes the dyn-o-miiiite!!

I am very surprised that Facebook hasn't died after last night. If there was ever a lack of care for one's neighbor, it is seen on Facebook right now. This is pathetic and fuels my misanthropic mindset and now, heart, and I'm going to call every one out.

You are all showing your ignorance and insolence. I could not be more disappointed. All of the bickering, the racism, and the blatant fucktardedness. White people that voted for McCain, calm down. You are now the thugs on the grind. I mean seriously, if you all want to pull your race cards, pull them like black people have done. You are all hustlers and pimps now. Use it, do it. Black people that voted for Obama, calm down. You are making yourselves look ignorant as hell. By using Facebook to tell the whole world that OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK SHIIIIIEETTT!, you are proving that Obama was the "hip" vote and that you are in fact, racist. If you voted for Obama and your Facebook status says something like "Get over it," you are backing down from a battle that you know you can't win. You are running scared and hoping that every one will forget the concerns that they are voicing. If you were man enough to vote, you should be knowledgeable of your candidate and the other one enough to combat others, and no, Change does not count as an argument. You are all free to be happy or upset about the election results. However, this isn't over. Change was in your hands the whole time: You were all too weak to use it. If you don't like what is going on regardless of it being Obama being elected, or an issue that you have with anything, do something about it. Get off of your ass and use the rights you have been given. Hit the grind and get your shit done. Change is inevitable in some areas, but it is not easy to achieve change when it is desired. However, if you care enough to vote, you should care enough to do work and get what you want. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that the majority of you are ignorant and spineless and will not do a damn thing for yourself. You seem to be way too comfortable pushing all of your problems onto one man to solve, when it is YOU that are America: not one man.

This is a completely unbiased post, because I voted for neither McCain nor Obama. Do I think it is awesome that a black man was voted president? Yes, I think it is great. Am I happy with the way he got that position? Yes and No. The votes that were cast just because Obama is black or because he was the hip candidate, because honestly, he was. One can't really fight that statement. However there were many people that voted for Obama because of what he stands for and what he will do, and for that, I respect your votes.

I will be getting a tattoo across my chest that reads "The New Thug Life!!" Let me hear the word reparation ever again...seriously.

I've Got An Itch In My Trigger Finger

At approximately 2:00pm today, I will let loose and fill you all in about the stupidity that I put up with on a daily basis.

If anyone wants to get pissed...

http://www.calvaryprophecy.com/q130.html

I am doing research for an ethics paper on alcohol because a Fred Phelps paper would just piss me off too much. However, this is proving to be quite the bitch as well. I will leave you with this:

"If ignorance is a mountain to be overcome, mankind is doomed to stay in the ominous valley below." -Ryan LaFevers

The Topic of My Ethics Paper is Fred Phelps

God Hates Nebraska, they prosecute the saints of God for exercising their religion. They do that here in Kansas, too - and God definately HATES Kansas. - Fred Phelps.

Holy shit: I'm moving to Kansas.

Aw Hell!!

Here I am, back with the heaviness. Because of popular demand I am going to write a new chapter on a former subject. Ready?

Today he is wearing a red hat. Oh the sneer he wears when he believes that he is right. He hasn't really don't anything to piss me off today, except for being himself and being in class. We are discussing teenage sex. We are talking about why it happens, how people try to control it, contraceptives (including abstinence), and evidently how sexist the act is. It is a vague question, but what do you think about it? Any point you want to make, I am open to reading it. Do it.

I have started a new chapter in my life. It is hard to define exactly when it started, but the progression was fueled by a catalyst last night. October 15th was a good day. This chapter is all about resilience, over coming, strength, and steadfastness. Pray to whatever god you choose for me. Thank you.

Now we are going to tackle homosexuality. Bring it the hell on. I will preface this section of the post by stating that I do not believe in sin of any kind, and do not hold myself in any position to judge anyone else based on their lifestyle because I am not so ignorant to see myself as high and mighty. Yes, that was a stab at most of Christianity. You can suck it. Therefore, I have absolutely no problem with homosexuality at all, and it is the same to me as someone with brown hair or black hair. However, I do want to see what my classmates will say. Since this is a "Christian Ethics" course, we are just exploring these issues from the typical Christian standpoint. This is meant as an academic class, not a damn bible study. I am one of the few that understand that. I ge a cookie. Well, this isn't really bringing any heat, but for my readers who have any sense at all, this will get some shit started.

Here is a little piece of ingrown hair from the taint of Fred Phelps that I have enjoyed reading as of late. My good friend and godfather Paul Brian Woody has told me that he likes to watch TBN in the mornings to make him "good and pissed off" so that he has energy for the day. I use this site in the same way. http://remysheppard.com/main.php. I hope that you will all read this and see how awesome it really is. It reminds me of a site that Blue Hat would make. Have fun with that.

Some old posts. Whatever.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I rock ready, aim, fire while you rock ready, fire, aim.

A good day makes me very excitable. It does not necessarily make me nicer. Yesterday was a very good day. I had a wonderful afternoon and followed it up by watching Sons of Anarchy (amazing show) and smoking one of my favorite cigars thanks to Chad "Creedy McFlow" Reed. A good day gives me an excess of energy to put toward whatever I choose. Therefore I am becoming a Maccabee, a hammer, slamming down on blatant and stubborn ignorance. Here we go baby.

I am an ignorant man, but I strive to rid myself of as much as I can. In irony, I do not know the name of the young man who is fueling my fire. I will refer to him as The Boy With The Blue Hat. I will abbreviate his name to Blue Hat. Surprisingly, Blue Hat has a lot to say. From his appearance and my judgmental attitude, he appears to not know where his feet are. There is an arrogance to him that I can't quite figure out. Actually, I can. He is one that knows everything, but knows nothing, with an uncontrollable desire to be viewed as an intellect yet speaks out so much because he is scared of someone finding out that he really knows nothing. He knows he is ignorant. He must. However, he doesn't know that he is. I know. I know very well. He just commented on Aristotle's description of conversation in its excess, means, and deficiency. Those who talk too much look like jackasses, just enough is witty, and not enough is boorish. His views contradict Aristotle's. He believes that people who talk too much are boring and that people who don't talk aren't very smart. Oh let's rock this one, Flava. Do you not know, Blue Hat, that you are the epitome of this buffoonery while you speak in excess. Boring, you are not, because you have me on the edge of my seat every time I enter the door of this classroom.

Perhaps I will not discuss Blue Hat anymore: I'm just trying him on for size...get it? While I am in this class today, he may come up again, after which I will certainly give you more information.

Brief explanation: Blue Hat is ignorant with no idea that he is not. There is not intention of stepping as far out of his own ignorance. This is what I have the problem with. I tend to jump around and lose focus, so try to stick with me. If you do not know, you should not speak, unless you are asking a question to better your knowledge and understanding. Since there are very few people with that motive...sew your mouth shut.

I didn't swear during this whole post. Damn.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Missing the Point

I am still in Ethics. We are discussion Biblical justification in sexuality. Using literal interpretation, with no room for outside thinking, all things created by God are good. Therefore, sex is good because it was created by God. In an attempt to challenge my classmates to think outside the mother fucking cube, I tried something fun. I tried to compare cocaine use to sex. My point was not to try to justify the use of cocaine or other recreational drugs, however I do believe my attempt failed. Some kid just turned around and asked "Do you really think that marijuana and cocaine were around when God created the earth? Come on man." I chose not to answer him, not because I was defeated, but I saw that my point was lost. Literal translation without rational thought is deadly. I just found it humorous that I was actually asked that question. This crushes my hope for others.

I Contradict Here

Just now in Christian Ethics, a juxtaposing of imperative and indicative statements in the teaching of Paul was proposed. I don't disagree with this. The example in our text goes like this: You are Christian (indicative); now act like one (imperative). This is where I find a problem. I would also have a problem with this statement: You are a man; now act like one. The problem is the word "act." This does not sit well with me. There is a huge difference between acting and being. It reminds me of a bumper sticker that reads "Jesus is coming: Look busy." Yeah, its cute, whatever. There is a huge problem here. This should not be something just cast aside as a misrepresented meaning. I don't think it is. There is no point in acting like something if you are not truly being it. If you are a man, then you are a man. That is your being. There are primary and secondary roles and all that jazz on the side, but I will stick to the point. Reader, just know that I do understand different roles and that being a "man" is just a part of the whole being of one's self. If one must act like he/she is something, then the indicative statement is nullified. Plus, if I were to act like a Christian, in the typical and general sense, then I would be full of self-righteousness and evangelical bullshit. I am a Christian, based on the fact that I follow the teachings and life of the historical Jesus because I do believe that no better example of how I would like to live my life has been set. I am a man, therefore I have no need to act like a man. A true man, will have no need to act like a man, only to be a man. I am not trying to be sexist, I am merely pointing out a migration into adulthood from adolescence and teen years. A child can act like a man, but is not a man. A Christian can act like a Christian, but completely miss the sound ideals and passions that raw Christianity would encourage and merely focus on the themes of what Christianity has become. A girl becomes a woman, just as a boy becomes a man. In contrast, age does not define man or womanhood. I have met quite a few children that not only act like adults: they are. However, if there are adults that act like adults, would that also mean that these "adults" are truly just children acting like adults? Some may pass this wording off and tell me that I am missing the point, but I say that words are something that one can never be too careful with and that there is faulty thinking in this command by Paul. We as humans should not have to live or act like anything other than what we are. There is a journey for most to find their "true self." I never had to walk that path very long. I have always been comfortable with who I am. I will admit that there were times I wished I was more like someone else or fit in a little differently. I am not so ignorant that I will not say that there were times of wishing things were a bit different, but I have always been happy with who I am. I am a man. I do not act like one, because I have no need to. I am a Christian. I do not act like one, because I have no need to. If you can follow along with what I'm saying, provide a little feed back. I'm trying to be nicer. I have had quite the reality check recently and am trying to reflect what I have learned as of late in my writing.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I ain't standin' up for nothin'.

As I lie in bed after a good day gone bad, I am forced to consider the meaning of moral actions. I can safely say that Buddhism is worth shit, because there is no such thing as karma. I can also say that Christ must dead, because his mission is failing miserably. When did it become the goal of many Christians surrounding me to make someone's life hell? Perhaps it is a subconscious thing, or maybe they all got together and decided on the matter. As of late, I have seen no reward for good moral conduct. I also understand that moral actions for the sake of reward are in essence fake. However, sound ethical conduct does have consequences without hope for reward. The consequences as of late, are not good ones. I am punished for the good things that I do. Yet if I didn't do these things, the outcomes would still be the same. Honesty is a big thing for me. I pride myself in being honest, and if you actually read this then you must obviously know my use of this truthfulness. Perhaps I am wrong, but isn't a core value of Christianity supposed to be helping and caring for others? I do not believe that gossip and slander are including in the required action booklet. However, they have found their way into the high school that is Campbell University. I am a hated man. I am a disliked man. I am a rumored man. What have I done to deserve this? The answer is nothing. I am completely confident in stating that. What have the Campbell Christians done to cause this? That answer is everything. There can be no more hypocritical of a place than my academic institution. Don't throw the "everyone isn't perfect all the time" card in the game either. One is always in control of his/her actions. Always. There is a choice to make. I know of many people that have recently made the wrong choice. Heed my words with warning if you fall into this category: I will not do anything at all. Did you think I would say something along the lines of "I will come for you and beat your ass in?" Without the maturity I have gained in the past year, that would've been my response. However, I have a choice. I choose to withdraw from the society that beats me down. My hate does not flourish under my circumstances. The only thing that grows in me now is fear. I am scared to walk out of my front door, for fear of my heartache and pain. I do not know who has done this to me, but they did it well. I am not a very fearful person. However, the fact that an anonymous person who does not know me at all can ruin a newfound happiness and excitement of which I have never felt before, scares me. You will not see me around. I will attend my classes, and I will come home. I will continue my sojourn through life being hated and alone because of you people. I will not know love again for quite some time, because of the sheer lack of love from others. I hope that the happiness I felt for a short time is now felt by you, oh antagonist, because you won. You beat me. My heart is weak and tired from you. Oh you, follower of Christ, have broken me. Are you satisfied? Are you surely now in the presence of God? Are you loved and cherished now for your actions? Are you revered by yourself for the destruction of someone else? I hope you are, so that someone will gain something other than pain from this. I hope your life is without worry or pain. I hope that your find yourself fulfilled. I hope that through sacfricing me, you can find peace that is unending. I hope your ministry flourishes as it does now. I have left this sarcasm and bitterness behind. I am sincere and literal. I hope you carry happiness with you for the rest of your days.

Goodbye.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I have a label

Well, I probably have many labels, but the most recent self-proclaimed one is De-constructifier.

I like it.

So, my father dearest is back in the game over at Third Cigar Today. You need to check that out. Dude is smart.

I've got some new music over at www.myspace.com/youngbloodheart.

Check it out and let me know what you think.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Rock Steady

Saturday nights are good for me. I usually try to make it out to May's for some pickin' time. This past week, I took someone with me. I figured it would be rude for me to play and leave my friend sitting there alone, so I sat out in the crowd and just enjoyed the music. It occurred to me, that I feel weird just watching music happen. I have always been on the other side. While I have never played a show by myself with my own music, I have played in bands and what not since I was about 12 years old. I guess I don't feel weird, so much as I felt displaced. This was until I realized that I was in really good company and that I really enjoyed just kickin' back and listening. I think that too often I try to gain a feeling of control in some situations and suppose I also feel like I have to be a part of something that is in control. I am trying to learn how to sit back and enjoy. Saturday night was absolutely 100% better than I thought it would be.

Friday night was also amazing. Some of my friends came over and we went swimming at camp. Actually, they both work at camp, and one of them lives there. The other was actually working this weekend. So basically....I have no friends. I rode the waterslide naked...again. Good fun.

I hate Campus Crusade for Christ of NC State University. They have some wicked nice hotties, but they're dumb as hell. I swear if one more person tries to save my soul, I am going to castrate them.

I am listening to Face To Face. I miss the days before punk died. Being 11 years old, riding without a seat belt, learning to swear and practicing it on drive thrus, fighting, and winning.

Bring back the bassline.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

As I sit here is Creedy McFlow's office, I am slightly disappointed by the lack of flare to entertain me on his desk. Perhaps he is just a simple man that only needs a black man on a Jesus piggy bank, a jumbo pen, an old phone, some office supplies, and a model care to get by. I am different. I would need much more. I would need a box fan to blow smoke out the window, a book with a hole cut out for a .357 (perhaps an encyclopedia set for my shotgun), some pictures of girls in bikini's (bikini's optional), some fruit roll ups, stationary safe for libation to help give edge to the drone of the workday, and a cyanide pill for those really long hours.

I find it hard to be in one place for an extended period of time. This does not relate to how I feel about North Carolina, which is of course the best damn state in the whole world ever! Sitting in a room, or driving too long, or having to speak with people that I am not fond of causes me to become ansty and anxious and I find that removing my person from that state of being. This causes questions to arise such as "what's wrong?" or "why are you just leaving?" or "what did i/we do?". It seems funny to me that there is so much concern over nothing, when if one leaves the church for any reason or doesn't show up for a few weeks there is no effort to restore the bond. In my experience, I have seen it simply turn into accusations that the person that left had some warfare, or was off sinning, or not keeping the faith, but surely God will bring them back. This enables people to sit back on their asses and let "God" do the work. I got fidgety with the church, and I left. I never got a question from anyone.

My thoughts are a little cloudy today, as I have a lot on my mind with the possible mishaps that could occur within the coming week. I will surely die a lonely old man. However, tonight I will be in the company of dear friends and hopefully that will take some of the stress away. Also, I should have quite an interesting post this weekend, as Campus Crusade from NC State will be renting our facilities at camp. Although I am an employee of Camp Dixie, and I am bound by honor to my father to keep my mouth shut, I am sure to over hear some interesting conversations. KIT LYLAS!!!

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Oh Snap: I left my kid on the bus!

So, Google is running the world and will not let me access my old account.

Jumping back into school is a hard transition. My brain feels like it could quite possibly pop and spew horrible gore and filth from my thoughts all over the white walls of my classroom. This makes me not want to write anything at all. Blue Hat is not in Ethics today. That bastard. There is a Club Deck meeting tomorrow night that I will enjoy thoroughly. Creedy and I will be introducing Sir Hawks to the "Director" and his wife, whom I'm sure will use all the wood in Fern f'ing Gully if she keeps writing papers as she does. I use code because if you are not in the know, you shall not know. Donald Miller came to Campbell a few days back to share information about Obama. It was disappointing that he didn't discuss more religion, and it seemed that I was one of the only people there that didn't give a damn about his policies. I was the only person that posed a question dealing with religion, and that was a disappointment. So much for post modernity I guess. I am too frazzled to think.

Screw Darfur.