And thats why i hate you.

currently where i live, it takes me about an hour to commute to my office. I have to take a bus. its not bad at all; get the paper, its air conditioned, put my headphones in…sometimes i just go to sleep. Then bingo…at work. but the other day i saw something that i personally have not seen before on a bus. a woman was handing out literature about whatever god she happened to believe in at the time.

now dont get me wrong. if people want to post up in public areas and hand out pamphlets to people that would like to accept them, then go for it!!! (although i do think thats a stupid idea as a whole since they are handing out booklets about religions that everyone on this fucking planet, not to mention a major metropolitan area, has heard of…its not something new and magical. if i was interested in your religion, id come and get info about it on my own).

so this bitch is walking down the bus as we are moving along asking people if they want her book. I have my earphones in and my shades on so i pretend to be asleep. she shakes me, literally puts her hands on my shoulder and shakes me “awake”, and then holds up the book and asks me if i want a copy.

fuck you. and fuck no.

I AM ON A FRIGGIN BUS! what can i do? where can i go? in a public area i can just keep walking, but this bitch is just harassing and asking everyone. if i wanted your book, id hit you with a brick and take it.

and thats why i hate all people who feel the need to force THEIR religion down the throats of everyone around them. seriously…dont you have a job or something? maybe some kids to take care of? anything other then trying to get people to convert to your religion? is there some incentive program where you get prizes based on the number of converts? LEST WE FORGET THAT HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS (thats not a typo…millions) OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN KILLED BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO CONVERT TO SOMEONE ELSE’S BELIEF SYSTEM?!?!

–M–

ps…according to scientists, the number of recorded murders in the history of man is thought to be around 284,638,000(R.J. Rummel). 151,491,000 have been in the last 100 years. If you add together ONLY those killed from nazi germany, nationalist china, and atheistic communism, it totals roughly 141,160,000. thats 49.59%!!! practically 50% of all people murdered in the history of the world happened in the last 100 years under regimes who were “our way or death” as far as religion is concerned (and that doesnt even count the deaths from the crusades of the middle ages, the spanish inquisition, or the various witch trials held throughout the world). fail.

Words never hurt anyone…except the weak.

sticks and stones may break my bones…but words will never hurt me? yea…i think most people didnt get that memo. Its amazing to see how overly offended people get due to the words of others. also very amusing is that there are many people out there who can give it all day but get all upset when someone gives back.

does it help? seriously…when someone points out that you are a stupid fuck or a whore does it help to cry like a weepy little bitch? does it magically make it better? it doesnt?!? well golly-g-willickers!!! you should keep getting upset over the dumb shit that people say!! the best is when i see it happen between strangers or people who arent the closest of friends, acquaintances if you will. surprising how much people care about the opinion of people they will never see again.

so let us remember, even if you are a slut, jew, trash, ugly, selfish, faggot, retard…if a friend calls you that: get new friends. if a non-friend says it: who cares?

grow up you pussy.

–M–

Brutalism. it’s not just for Architects anymore!

i know i know its been awhile since my last post. for that i apologize.

so ive decided to create my own ideology. i call it Brutalism. i landed on this name for two reasons:

1)the architectural concept of Brutalism relies heavily on the use on concrete. a parallel can be drawn to my ideals as being concrete as well as non-wavering, forever.
2)the various parts of my ideology i carry out with a “brutal” finality. (the term “brutal,” as defined by Merriam-Webster, is to be “unpleasantly accurate and incisive.”)

as for by beliefs with this ideology, there are some that are more common sense and there are some that are more of a personal preference. I attempt to live my life everyday with an unbridled sense of optimism. those who know me best know that i am brutally honest (helped to influence my name choice). I also see the world as black and white…with the details being in the grey area. if you think about it, at the basic level, everything is black and white. everything is simple. this allows me to have an unquestioning moral certainty. I also keep my emotions in check, not letting things like anger, frustration, stress, or jealousy take control of me.

as far as my religious facet of Brutalism, i define myself as a militant apathetic agnostic.
-militant: i cant prove a higher power, and neither can you.
-apathetic: if one does exist, however, he clearly is not concerned with us.
-agnostic: but i do concede that a higher power may very well exist.

To summize: to be a “Brutalist,” one must be honest, optimistic, moral, happy go lucky, and agnostic (or at least religiously open-minded).

ive been doing a Brutalist for years. you should try it sometime.

–M–

what if it happened to be you?

Tonights post is a lot more personal then most. I was at a friends house last night and was asked a seemingly simple question: “what are your life goals?”

Ive often tought i knew the answer to this question. now, to be clear, i do have many goals id like to accomplish. some include being a police officer, finding love and having a family, being happy, and being financially secure. but my life goal…thats entirely different.

But i knew the answer all along. it just took some reflection to realize it. the goal of my life, the meaning of my life, is to die while saving the life of another.

Its a price i would play gladly.

–M–

i’m a christian because im American? i’m all set with that.

Its amusing to think about the simple fact that religion is severely influenced by where you are born. For instance:
-North and South America, Europe, and Australia are christian.
-The southern half of Africa is a mix of christianity and tribal religions.
-The northern half of Africa and the Middle East are primarily Islamic.
-India is Hindu.
-China is a split between Buddhism and “chinese religions.”
-Russia, Greenland, and northern Canada are a split between tribal religions and the non-religious.

Back to the part about this being amusing to me. people live and die by their religion…kill others in the name of religion. yet this religion is almost wholly determined by where you are born. Its like a sports team…people, as a whole, root for the sports team in the city they grew up in. They are also rabid about their teams. This is especially true for football and soccer. It’s madness!!!

we are lucky to live in a country that doesn’t kill or imprison us for not worshiping the correct god (or the wrong team). if that were the case, then to the arctic circle I go!

–M–

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

This is my favorite poem. I first learned this poem in school when I was very young and it really struck a cord with me. Still today I try to follow it, to take the road less traveled by. My personal belief is that doing this will allow you to experience things one would otherwise never experience. Now this is no guarantee, but isnt it worth trying?

–M–

 

 

A response I received from a reader.

“The Road Not Taken is by far THE best poem I have ever read with the most meaning. Its always good to read it again and remind myself that although we are conformists in nature sometimes you need to stray off the paved road and make your own path to see what could happen. I wouldn’t worry about the path that everyone else chooses because they can just tell you where it leads and what happens. Id rather risk it and see where the path less traveled leads me.”

Thank you –G–