Kill the weak. Use them for fires.

This sidewalk is mine. Enjoy the mud.

Impregnate women! Own the future!

Fuck fear. Your fucking other things.

Why fear the unknown, when you can CONQUER IT.

Everyone that hates you will be dead one day.

Vagina. The breakfast of champions.

"Your's" is just another word for things I haven't taken yet.

I don't need a role model. I own a mirror.

YOU ARE BETTER THAN GOD! HE HAD TO REST!

The truth about the juggalo scene comes out...

No amount of loyalty, determination, self-sacrifice, or heroism will deflect an incoming intercontinental ballistic missile.

And by the way, Twilight sucks so much that it hurts everything that is literature. Just thought I'd bring that up again.

http://baetzler.de/humor/meat_beings.html

^----------Now this is a good story.

If sarcasm was chlorine gas, we'd all be dead now. ~ Management.

My girlfriend found a note someone left for me in my yearbook so long, long ago. This is my response to it. You can tell what I'm going on about rather quickly, and you can tell that I was not altogether pleased with her 'holier than thou' approach:


Fancy that, my girlfriend was flipping through my year book when, hark and behold, I found this little note you had slipped in there. Do you remember what it said?

"Lee, God has put it on my heart to share with you the wonderfull joy that is Jesus. I know you don't beleive, but you should start thinking about your future. Let me tell you, hell is not a fun place. It is a place of eternal torment. Where hevan is a place of eternal joy! Picture a place where the streets are made of gold (sounds similar to something they told immigrants interested in coming to America way back when)! No joke! and a tree that has 7 diffrent kind of fruit. It is the best place ever!

Satin loses Lee, he knows it. and yet wants to fight God! he wants as many souls as he can get. He loves to torment people. I am telling you this because I care.

Your Friend,

Julia Coleman"



And as I read this little note, filled with naively religious zeal and indoctrinated fervor, I found myself asking, "What brought this on? Who says I am going to Hell?"

Let me offer this in rebuttal to any kind of religious prattle you may spew.

"We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing, all-powerful God, who creates faulty humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes." -Gene Roddenberry (1921-1991)

"The essence of Christianity is told in us in the Garden of Eden story. The subtext is, All the suffering you have is because you wanted to find out what was going on. You could be in the Garden of Eden if you just kept your fucking mouth shut and hadn't asked any questions..."Get smart and I'll fuck you over," sayeth the Lord. Is this not an absolutely anti-intellectual religion?" Frank Zappa (1940-1993)

"Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man, living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day of your life. And he has a list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any, ANY of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire and smoke and ash and torture where he will send you to suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever until the end of time.

...But he loves you. He loves you and he needs MONEY!" George Carlin

"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able AND willing? Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?" Epicurus

You see, life is hard. Very hard. But it is even harder when you are stupid. And there are many types of stupidity. Close-mindedness, ignorance, and naivete are all forms of stupidity. I've witnessed first-hand how people, completely rational, intelligent people abandon something as basic as common sense in favor of mystical beliefs. If things are bad, they pray for things to be better. If it does get better, your prayer is answered. If not, it's Gods will. As if your pathetic prayer could sway your God from his grand plan. You remember that, do you not? His Great Scheme, how everything is planned out according to his wishes? So, you praying for me is in fact going against his grand plan, and you are in fact trying to usurp the power of God. Is that not a sin?

Let me tell you something. I'm a sinner, and I love it. Not because I hate God, nor because I love the devil. Satan is but a fictitious being that your church created to frighten them. In fact, the Church of Satan is founded on the belief that Satan is actually just our primal urges, NATURAL urges that the church frowns upon. Which is odd, because most of those urges are needed to survive or procreate. Anyway, I digress. I am who I am, and many things I do are sinful. I enjoy sex. Anal sex even, which is considered 'sodomy', even when it is with a woman. I enjoy watching porn, and writing it as well. I enjoy sleeping in, and I enjoy overeating. I'm narcissistic and vain, all because I wish to look good in the eyes of others, which is a 'deadly' sin. Good old Pride. I covet the wealth of others, and I horde and steal and cheat when it works in my favor. Why? Because I, as a human being, look favorably on myself more than any others. Even Christians with their altruistic demeanor are selfish. How so? Everything you do is used to earn passage into heaven. Do you enjoy charity work? Good, you helped the homeless...Because YOU enjoyed it. Selfish.

I, too, am selfish, but I don't hide behind the guise of purity, nor do I put on false airs as to what should or should not be 'good' or 'evil'. I do not judge others, nor tell them they are going to hell. No, I simply live my life as I see fit. So I think boys are cute, and wouldn't mind enjoying intercourse with them. So I do not accept a man as my savior, who died for sins I had not committed, based on a story that makes it out that women are the root cause of our expulsion from the Garden of Eden. So I worship myself more than I do a fictional, sensationalized deity for which I have no respect.

But you know what? At least I enjoy my life, and I do not constantly fret and worry about redemption because if there is a God, and he is as loving and kind and just as you make him out to be, he would accept me anyway. You know why? Because to not accept me means he is a petty God, worried by small things. Small things like humans who he has given the gift of choice and wonders why they left him to play all alone by himself. To refuse me entry to Heaven, by your own standards, your God would have to be malicious, cruel, and very narrow-minded, not an omnipotent, omniscient, all-loving being of the cosmos. I am who I am, and either God accepts me as his creation, or he can not be accepted as a divine power and is unworthy of worshipful praise.

So, yeah, it was nice getting back in touch with you though I really have no clue who you are.

Dost vedonya Tovarish!

~Nekko

http://e621.net/post/show/19343/animated-awesome-destruction-epic-fire-flash-journ

Best furry music flash ever.

"I don't want to kill you, and you don't want to be dead."

- Danny Glover

Racist:

I love everybody!...Except you.

Shut down sequence initiated. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

By the way, I shop like the Puritans have sex - In and out in three minutes, and only for the procreation of children.

Stab them in the Hope with your Ennui

Well, I have to say that I'm rather sad today, but I'm getting by. It's not one of those unjustified feelings of sadness that are so prevalent in today's culture. No, the reason for my depression is a personal loss. Believe it or not, the day after my brother left for Kuwait my Great Uncle Arvid passed away. I don't know yet if it was acute pneumonia or a heart attack, but it surprised everyone, especially me, and has caused me to break down into helpless tears in front of both my girlfriend and roommate. This was a bear of a man, nearly eighty-one years old, and he was a proud part of a marriage that lasted sixty years. He was always laughing, smiling, and my father especially loved him. Arvid and Dee (my aunt) were kind of his second parents, you see. He loved cars and worked on them until he retired. I believe he restored classical cars, and he enjoyed driving them even though he retired from working on them. He lived up in Michigan, and had a townhouse next to the shore of Lake Superior. Any of you familiar with the waters of that lake know that it's temperature likes to hover somewhere just above freezing, even at the height of summer heat.

I don't want a bunch of messages from you people saying "Oh my God, I'm so sorry", this is just a kind of personal memorial to him. He was a good man, always full of wisdom and friendship, kindness and love, and he helped me when I needed it, and I always thanked him, profusely, and I always told him I loved him, him and my aunt as well. I have no regrets caused by his passing, but I do cherish his memories, and I feel the all-too-human emotions of sadness and sorrow, because any loss should leave you with a despairing feeling inside. It let's you realize that you loved them, and still love them, and will miss them even though they are gone. I will never see my great uncle again, and though this saddens me, I am cheered by having known him, and take solace in being able to have experienced twenty years of his friendship. So, though still sad, and my is heart grieving, I feel somewhat better, and am hoping that the sun will shine for his funeral tomorrow. He always did love the sun.


Rest in peace old friend, and may the light shine on your back on the new lush green trails that await you.