| wizayne ( @ 2005-05-06 02:31:00 |
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Roll Right
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
-George Carlin
Is a criminal born the way he is, or is it the world of influence that turns him into the monster that he has become? I lost my innocence in kindergarten when I stole all the chocolates that were taped to the valentine cards on top of my fellow classmates' desks. After eating my designated chocolate, I felt as if the other children did not deserve the cherry-filled delicacies that blessed my tantalized tastebuds - the caviar of childhood. Although im not sure if it was the unfamiliar feeling of guilt or the very fact that i had just eaten roughly thirty chocolates, I felt bad. I'm the type of person that would not hesitate to kill a man but still avoids stepping on sidewalk-exploring ants. Perhaps this could be because as a child i made a habit of killing insects. I was ruthless - a merciless God that reigned supreme upon my helpless victims. And as horrible as that may sound, i learned so much from my sadistic past. After years of savage killing I came to appreciate what I had originally despised. Now I'm not necessarily saying that you have to murder hundreds of people in order to appreciate them, but moreso that an individual must sometimes experience the dark elements of life in order to simply be real. Every little thing that you experience, whether good or bad, trains you to become an overall better person. Experience helps you to understand, and thus grants you wisdom. Never will you be able to effectively judge a murderer until you have killed and undergone the aftermath effects as well. Guilt. Paranoia. Anxiety. Regret. Repent. There is always a lot more to it than it seems. If there really is a heaven and hell, then what happens to a changed man that dies in his jail cell? I for one do not believe in God or any of that business. I like to think that when we die we are forced to roam the earth as spectating spirits, watching carefully over those who are still lucky enough to be alive. And when that murderer or rapist finally meets his fate, he will be stuck with the all-seeing entities that witnessed his heinous crimes. An eternity of shame, ridicule and disgust is promised. How fitting. How appropriate. How ideal. Be sure to think about that one while you're masturbating. Quite frankly, my concept seems a lot more realistic than per say being judged and sent to hell by a harp-toting, white-bearded God. A hundred bucks says the "virgin" Mary just got knocked up and didnt want to admit it to her strict and unforgiving parents.
"Oh shit! I knew I shouldn't have slept with that filthy wiseman! Now I'm pregnant and my dad is going to be so pissed! Wait, I got it! I'll just tell everyone that I was impregnated by God! Yes, that's the ticket."
If any woman tried to pull that off in this day and age she would be sent to an asylum immediately. I hope you enjoy electrotherapeutics, babe. Did you know that religion-influenced murder has killed more people than cancer? Don't get me wrong, I am indeed an athiest, but in no way am I anti-religion. Jesus and all those other religious figures provide hope for those that cannot find hope anywhere else, which is righteously wonderful. Religion unites us, but it also divides us. It has the power to save lives and take away life as well. Religion is undoubtedly the best reflection of it's practicing society. It displays our beliefs, values and morals - still, we must all acknowledge the numerous flaws that have yet to be worked out. Sounds familiar? I guess it all comes back to what I was originally trying to say around the beginning of the entry - regardless of our sincerest intentions and good-willed achievements, we will never be perfect until we all come face to face with what is labeled to be evil. A life of conformity is no life at all. I guess we can't blame ourselves for being so ignorant. I mean, think about it, the very religious systems that establish what is right and wrong is in essence the source and motive of almost all our baneful actions. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.