And now, something about emotional manipulation of women….

You’re Not Crazy!!!

Click it! You know you want to……

http://thecollegecrush.com/2011/09/a-message-to-women-from-a-man-you-are-not-%e2%80%9ccrazy%e2%80%9d-yotng/

A Bit About Slut-Shaming—-

I found this wonderful article and decided to share…….click the link!

http://cupwire.ca/articles/42810

The Aliens (a song)

I am tired of all this talk about the aliens and how people think they want to rule the earth.

I believe the truth might be much simpler and just might be a thought to cause you mirth.

I don’t believe the aliens are as sinister as experts here often like to say.

The aliens just might be as dumb as you and me and visitors are just guys who lost their way.

 

Crop circles might be only big graffiti from aliens who just stopped to sign their name.

Or maybe they stopped to take a tinkle and chose to jerk our collective chain.

Or maybe it’s two guys out on a bender–who says an alien doesn’t like his beer?

Perhaps they’re only playing and all they’re really saying is, “We really love the chicks that you’ve got here!”

 

And I believe there might be a connection between aliens and dryers that eat socks.

Perhaps they think socks are quite delicious and don’t have as many calories as rocks.

They may be serving them as appetizers, a special treat at any alien bash.

Perhaps they like to eat things that taste like sweaty feet. Just be happy that they don’t eat up your stash!

 

Abductions are another cause of terror. A capture by an alien is our dread.

For no one wants to feel an icy probe prodding in their belly or their head.

But try to think of aliens as friendly. It’s not their aim to try and make us cry.

The truth might simply be that our blood and bile and pee are substances that make an alien high.

 

So now I have amused you with this ditty about our little friends from outer space.

If you ever have a chance to meet one, greet him with a smile upon your face.

Remember that out there in the Universe, the aliens are our celestial friends.

They know who we are because they’re watching from afar and might save our ass when our world finally ends!

Unasked Question About “Salvation”

Okay, we all know I think Christianity is a load of shit and I’ve clarified a few of the reasons why I think so, but I have a question to ask of Christians.

If God the Father just HAD to kill someone to redeem everyone (which in itself is not only a ridiculous but vulgar proposition) then why is it not failsafe? In other words, why must one accept the belief that Jesus died for our sins for it to actually save us? Why didn’t God just say, “Okay, I killed my son to save all y’all and you’re all going to heaven……no exceptions! He died for YOUR sins so don’t worry about a thing. Consider it your ‘Get Out of Hell Free’ card.” If he’s so benevolent and loving and merciful then why not make it good for everyone regardless?

Now, don’t trot out the old “free will” argument. It doesn’t make sense if you want to claim omniscience for God. So either we have free will and can actually change events OR God knows everything beforehand and nothing we do can change diddly…..either way, why not make the salvation failsafe? It wouldn’t affect free will to be given a gift freely without the strings of belief attached. And if God is omniscient, it wouldn’t change anything there either.

I think the fact that you HAVE to believe to be “saved” proves that it’s not about a deity at all but about power and control. If everyone is saved regardless of how they think or believe or behave, then they can’t control you. However, if, as Christians assert, you must believe to be saved and you are then to follow the rules and regulations they can assert control over you. They can tell you how to spend your money, how to use your time, who to fuck, how to fuck, when you can and cannot do this, that and the other, who to like and dislike and a whole host of other dictatorial bullshit.

So how about it Christians? Why isn’t salvation failsafe? Why, if Jesus paid the ultimate price (which he didn’t if he was resurrected–contradiction much?) for our sins, isn’t it good for everyone no matter what?

Guest Blogger Starling: Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced (via Shapely Prose)

Because I think this bears repeating over and over and over until men stop behaving out of unearned privilege and start respecting female boundaries.

Phaedra Starling is the pen name of a romance novelist and licensed private investigator living in small New York City apartment with two large dogs.  She practices Brazilian jiu-jitsu and makes world-class apricot muffins. Gentlemen. Thank you for reading. Let me start out by assuring you that I understand you are a good sort of person. You are kind to children and animals. You respect the elderly. You donate to charity. You tell jokes without l … Read More

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Why I’m Not a Christian–Part 2

So there’s this Supreme Creator of the Universe, not just this planet, the whole fricking Universe, and HE (I’ll get back to that) not only made this planet–a fourth rate dust mote on the edge of a trifling galaxy in the outer reaches of Nofuckingwhere–the center of not only his attention, but that previously mentioned ginormously-huge-beyond-all-comprehension Universe. AND he not only created all that fabulosity, but he’s got an ego problem and needs us mere tiny humans on this insignificant piece of Universal lint to worship and praise him or he will be displeased and might well smite us all.

Uh…..yeah.

While I do believe in Universal Intelligence, I don’t think it cares for each one of us personally. That would be like caring about each of the cells in your body personally. Oh, sure, you sorta kinda care about your spleen, but how many of you actually know where it is? And if you DO know where it is, can you name the parts of the spleen? The function of the spleen? How about the names of all the cells in the spleen?

I’m sure you see where I’m going with this……

The Universe may well have a Supreme Intellect, but that doesn’t mean that this supposed intellect needs us OR that we need it to survive. I don’t feel that the Universe is that involved on a day-to-day basis with each and every individual person. It’s simply not necessary.

Ritual worship is NOT to make the Universal Intellect happy. Nope. It’s to make the worshipper feel more in tune and connected with the Universe. The Universe doesn’t need your praise or worship. IF the Universal Intellect is paying attention at all, and I’m not saying it is or isn’t, I’m sure that it’s pleased that we notice it and thank it for being there, but hey, it was going to be there whether you thanked it or not. And so were you.

Ah….here’s the part that twists the panties of most theists.

We are not some purposefully created creatures. We are just the likely by-product of the Universe and pretty much what happens on rocks like the one we inhabit. Life isn’t planned so much as it just happens. Sure, it was supposed to happen, but our lives are no more important to the Universe than life anywhere else. Think about it…..do you hold your spleen in higher regard than your appendix? Do you even think about them? Just like organs generally show up in the same configuration in humans, life shows up on habitable planets. It’s just how the Universe does shit.

Now Christianity would have you believe that not only was this ginormously-huge-beyond-all-comprehension Universe created solely for the human life on this teeny weeny planet and that we are the CENTER of the attention of that Universe but that the Creator of that Universe is angry, spiteful, vengeful, petty, trite, small-minded, hateful, vicious, misogynistic and will do bad things to you if you don’t kiss his Supreme Ass on a daily, or at least weekly, basis. AND that this schizophrenic deity not only created us in his image, but made us ‘sinful’. And because we are sinful, we will all go to hell forever and ever and ever unless we accept his son, who is really him, as our ‘savior’ and then spend our lives emulating him and his infinite ‘greatness’.

Right.  And I’ve got horns on my ass that play “Moonlight Sonata” when I fart.

And this masculine creator business……really? IF you must anthropomorphize a deity who created the who ding-dang Universe, why not make it female? It  only makes sense since all the life on this planet is generally created by the females.  Hell, in some cases, there are no males of the species. Some females eat males. Some incorporate them into their bodies. Some males die after mating. Some males are the nesting material for the young. It’s seems pretty darn obvious when you take a close look at nature how the males of the species are generally considered not all that important. So why does a male creator make even the tiniest bit of sense?

It doesn’t.

Well, as a kid, I was spoon-fed the cutesy, lovable, darling aspects of the Christian God and Jesus. I loved the Bible stories, especially the ones with the cool ass pictures in my mom’s Bible. I was told that God loves me and watches out for me and has a home for me when I die.

Then I started using my “God-given” brain and it all fell apart like cardboard in a thunderstorm.

The more I learned about the world and science and astronomy, the more it clear it became that I was being lied to on a regular basis by those who loved me most. 

Oh, I tried…..I really tried to believe that God existed as they told me and that he cared for me and that he had a plan for me. But the older I got, the harder it was to pretend that any of this was reasonable, right and good. I wanted to belong and wanted to feel the “Holy Spirit” and wanted to feel close to God. It never happened. Not like they say it does anyway.

I did feel the presence of the Universal Intelligence FINALLY. Years after I left Christianity in disgust, I was still searching for a connection to the Divine, for lack of a better word. Then I got an ear infection. It was the worst ear infection in history. It was horrible. Several rounds of antibiotics had failed miserably leaving me with explosive diarrhea and a yeast infection that made me want to commit suicide. So I called around, found an herbalist and got her remedy. It worked in a mere days. Three days later, my ear was healing nicely, the diarrhea was gone and the yeastie boys had been sent packing. So I called to thank this wonderful person who had given me this remedy. She and I got to talking and the topic came around to religion……and I’m not sure how it happened, but I recall clearly the sentence that changed my life. She said, “Maybe you need to acknowledge what you are.” I said, “What is that?” She said, “You’re a witch.”

The next week, I attended my first circle and I’ve not looked back since.

That was about 15 years ago. Since then, my beliefs have morphed and changed as I learned more. I hope that continues as my life goes on. That is the beauty of Paganism. We don’t have a static way of being with the Universal Intellect. We can change it and adapt it to our personal lives and it will change and grow with us. We don’t have spiritual leaders or holy books. We have no hard and fast rules except one, “Do as you will and harm none.” 

There’s more to why I’m not a Christian, but that’s enough for today. I’ve rambled on enough and I’d like to go outside for a while and enjoy the wonders of the Universe…..or at least my little corner.

All I Have To Do Is Stay White and Die.

I am heartily sick of strange men who don’t know me from the chick at the dry cleaners telling me what I HAVE to do or what I SHOULD do.

Boys, all I HAVE to do is stay white and die.

I don’t have to give you a chance. I don’t have to listen to your reasons. I don’t have to give you my attention or time. I don’t have to respect your point of view. In fact, I don’t have to do one damn thing…..except stay white and die.

Men have a most annoying habit of trying to make pronouncements on my life and well-being without knowing thing one about me. I’ve had men who didn’t even know my name telling me I NEED a man. I NEED a child. I NEED to get married.

Guys, y’all are all full of shit. Bags and buckets of steaming, reeking, vile shit.  

All this telling me what I “need” is a thinly veiled attempt at telling me what YOU WANT. YOU want a woman. YOU want a child. YOU want to get married. And you direct these desires toward me as if I have some social or biological obligation to fullfil your wish list. Y’all have lost your collective minds. In psychological circles, telling me I need what you desire is called ‘projection’. Look it up sometime.

Men really seem to hate it when a woman can live without a man. And I mean REALLY hate it. When I calmly state that I don’t need a man, have no desire for a child and don’t feel a need to get married, they either ask what’s wrong with me or, most usually, proceed to tell me what’s wrong with me. Seriously, nothing is wrong with me. I promise…..I’m fine. But NOOOOO, they just tell me what they think (read: launch into insults) anydamnway.

–You just need to find the right man.

–You’re just bitter.

–Everyone needs at least one child.

–It’s not good for you to be alone.

–You need a man to help you.

–You must be a lesbian.

–You just hate men.

For the record, I am not a bitter, angry, man-hating lesbian. In fact, there have been dozens of men that I have loved and still do love. Just because I haven’t felt the need to move one into my house and wash his underwear doesn’t make me a homosexual nutcase with anger issues. What I hate and what makes me angry is random strangers who don’t know jack shit about me telling me what I should or should not do!

What. The. Fuck.

Women seldom do this and when they do it’s usually some brainwashed Jesus-freak who’s trying to reconvert me. They stop when I tell them I’m Pagan and I don’t need their Zombie worshipping cannibal/death cult. Women are nice like that.

Men, on the other hand, will not shut the fuck up about whatever they have their teeth into and try to browbeat or argue me into their way of thinking. (Like they have a chance at that!)  I usually end up telling them off in eloquent and vivid terms that leaves them either confused or pissed off. And while that’s satisfying and oh, so enjoyable, it’s also time-consuming and I have shit to do.  The fact that I have to tell them off speaks DIRECTLY to the disrespect most men shovel at women as standard operating procedure.

Gentlemen, and I use that term to loosely, get the fuck off my ass with your wants, needs and desires. Get over the fact that I don’t feel like I have to have a man to feel fulfilled or happy. Get over my independence and my childless state. In short, Get over me. I don’t need you and I never will. Oh, sure, I might WANT a man from time to time, but I can always borrow one and put him back when I’m done. Don’t tell me what I SHOULD do or how I HAVE to behave because I’m not listening.

And remember, boys, all I have to do is stay white and die.

The Power of a Dog

 

BY RUDYARD KIPLING

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

There’s a God Being Born in Iceland

There’s a God being born in Iceland

Conceived of lightning and lava and snow.

There’s a God being born in Iceland

And it’s likely no one will know

For this God being born in Iceland

Is born in the age of the mind.

No one will notice, even though they all see,

The birth of a God this time.

This God being born in Iceland

Is forged of fire and stone.

But this God being born in Iceland

will stand on the mountain alone.

No one will see her and worship.

No one will send her their praise.

She will stand in the North, in Iceland,

Alone for all of her days.

Yes, a God’s being born in Iceland

And I would like to be first

To see her and worship and send her a prayer

And welcome her on her birth.

Why I’m Not Christian:Part 1

Okay, so I am not a Christian. Those of you who know me already, know this. Those who don’t–SURPRISE! I’m also not a Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Buddhist, or involved in any other organized religion. (Although, to be fair, Buddhism isn’t actually a religion.) I’m not going to be so satisfying as to give y’all a simple, easy to understand label to put on me. Call me a Gnostic Pagan if you must call me something, but don’t hold me to it. My spirituality is fluid and ever-changing. Which is how I think it should be.

Anyhoo…..back to the subject at hand. Why did I give up Christianity, and the obvious perks associated with being in the ”God Club” in this society, to become a heathen? Short answer: I read the Bible.

Yep, sports fans, I read that book that I was exhorted to live by and found it to be one of the most horrific, heinous and hateful books I’d ever clapped eyes on. Then, with the assurance of the naive and innocent, I began to ask questions about it to those I trusted and saw as “good Christians”. Not only was I chastised for having the audacity to QUESTION THE BIBLE, but I was told I didn’t understand it.

Now, hold up one minute there, Sparky. I’m fucking smart. Real fucking smart. Painfully so. And here was some nearly illiterate, half-witted hot mess of  hillbillies telling ME I didn’t understand what was plainly and clearly written.

My ass.

I was deemed capable of understanding physics at age 13, but reading English and comprehending it was beyond me? I don’t think so.

So then I was told that I hadn’t properly studied it and come to the “right understanding”.(Which is Jesus-Speak for “you’re not mouthing the party line”.) You know, if something says, “on that day, you will surely die” that seems pretty clear to me. I don’t think there’s a mistranslation or misunderstanding. I think it means you will die. That day. However, if you know the verse of which I speak, Christians love to hedge this one. “It means a spiritual death” or “they became mortal” or “they were separated from God”. BULLSHIT. I think it was supposed to mean ‘dead’. As in no more heartbeat, body temp falls, rigor sets in, flesh decays, parted-this-mortal-coil DEAD.

And so it went over and over. I’d ask a question about some violent, hateful or terroristic act and I’d be told I didn’t understand or I’d taken it out of context. Can someone please explain to me in what context would it be okay to rip babies from the wombs of their mothers? Is that EVER okay? NO? I didn’t think so. Context be damned. Some shit ain’t right no matter what the circumstances.

So there’s big, fat, hairy reason Numero Uno why I’m now a member of the great unwashed instead of being a Christian.

BTW, if you’re a follower of some religion or other and read this and think I need conversion, praying for or a good preaching to,  kiss my pretty pink ass. If you’re not willing to listen to my way of thinking, I don’t want to hear yours. And proselytizers are NOT in the business of listening, are they?