Friday, October 31, 2008

Jesus Christ!


Imagine someone you love thinking your existence was wrong? A shitty thought, isn't it?

It all has to do with religion. Religion, in my opinion, is the root of all evil. I really hate it. It's what makes my grandmother think that her grandson is going to hell. It makes her think her daughter is going to hell. Hell, a place where your soul burns for eternity. How could someone think things like that about those they love? Religion. Brainwashing. It's like a cult, really. You go and give your money, chant to your sky god and learn to judge everyone around you because they are not as good as you, not as godly as you. Although I've never agreed with it, I used to think religion was a good thing. There to help the meek get through the day to day. Now I have realized it isn't helping. Not at all. It's holding people down. Forcing them to not question things. The world has advanced the way it has because people HAVE questioned things. What if no one formed their own thoughts? Everywhere would be like Los Angeles! Awful, I know. People should question the world around them. Why should you base your whole life around something you have no concrete evidence even exists? The answer to this? Faith. That's not an answer at all. Why should a person need someone to tell them what they can or cannot do? Or even worse, that they should live in fear, of God, the very God who created them?

With the stupid election drawing to a close I, of course, am unable to ignore it. I did my best to try to. It is unavoidable. I honestly don't care who's voting for who. I don't. I don't want to hear about it. But, I really feel like people think it's a war on religion. If you're a conservative, you believe in god. And, heaven forbid, you are liberal, you support Muslims, terror and Satan. COME ON! What the fuck people? Seriously? My brain hurts when I think about this shit because it blows my mind how fucking far off course everyone is. Politics and religion are two separate things. Keep your Religion in your house of worship. It's funny then when you think about it. When you know your friends and family vote conservative, even though the whole country is crumbling, just because their church, or their parents, or God, or whomever tells them too. It makes you think. What do they really think of you? My grandmother can look me in the eyes, hug me, tell me she loves me and can think my whole life is a sin. That my soul will burn in hell for eternity. She would vote away all of my rights. Because someone else told her so. It's sad. I sleep comfortably at night knowing there is no hell. Or heaven. We are all animals on this earth and anyone who thinks they are a gift from God is a total narcissist. Religion is an outdated, archaic tool to keep uneducated townsfolk from tearing off people's heads or stealing each others gold. There is no place for it in today's society.

With that being said, go vote for whoever you want. Go pray to whoever you want. Just don't talk to me about it or I'll burn down your goddamned church and steal your gold, asshole.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Thanksgiving



As Thanksgiving draws near let us take a minute to acknowledge the true meaning of the holiday, greed.

The story begins in 1614 when a band of English explorers sailed home to England with a ship full of Patuxet Indians bound for slavery. Behind them they left smallpox, which virtually wiped out all those who weren't taken as slaves. By the time the Pilgrims finally arrived in Massachusetts Bay they found only one living Patuxet Indian, a man named Squanto who had survived slavery in England and knew their language. Despite his past, he taught them to grow corn and how to fish, and negotiated a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Nation. Thus saving the Pilgrims from their failing attempt of a socialist society (which resulted in laziness, ending in starvation). At the end of their first year, the Pilgrims held a great feast honoring Squanto and the Wampanoags for saving them from death. The indians supplied most of the food.

After a while Pilgrims started telling their Indian neighbors that their Indian religion and Indian customs were wrong. The Pilgrims displayed an intolerance toward the Indian religion similar to the intolerance displayed toward the less popular religions in Europe. The relationship deteriorated and within a few years the children of the people who ate together at the first Thanksgiving were killing one another in what came to be called King Phillip's War.

The Pilgrims were not just innocent refugees from religious persecution. They were victims of bigotry in England, but some of them were themselves religious bigots by our modern standards. The Puritans and the Pilgrims saw themselves as the "Chosen Elect" mentioned in the book of Revelation. They strove to "purify" first themselves and then everyone else of everything they did not accept in their own interpretation of scripture. Later New England Puritans used any means, including deceptions, treachery, torture, war, and genocide to achieve that end. They saw themselves as fighting a holy war against Satan, and everyone who disagreed with them was the enemy. This rigid fundamentalism was transmitted to America by the Plymouth colonists, and it sheds a very different light on the "Pilgrim" image we have of them. This is best illustrated in the written text of the Thanksgiving sermon delivered at Plymouth in 1623 by "Mather the Elder." In it, Mather the Elder gave special thanks to God for the devastating plague of smallpox which wiped out the majority of the Wampanoag Indians who had been their benefactors. He praised God for destroying "chiefly young men and children, the very seeds of increase, thus clearing the forests to make way for a better growth"

In 1637 near present day Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours the sleeping Indians were surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside. Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared "A Day Of Thanksgiving" because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.

Cheered by their "victory", the brave colonists and their Indian allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered. Boats loaded with a many as 500 slaves regularly left the ports of New England. Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.

Following an especially successful raid against the Pequot in what is now Stamford, Connecticut, the churches announced a second day of "thanksgiving" to celebrate victory over the heathen savages. During the feasting, the hacked off heads of Natives were kicked through the streets like soccer balls. Even the friendly Wampanoag did not escape the madness. Their chief was beheaded, and his head impaled on a pole in Plymouth, Massachusetts where it remained on display for 24 years.

The killings became more and more frenzied, with days of thanksgiving feasts being held after each successful massacre. George Washington finally suggested that only one day of Thanksgiving a year be set aside instead of celebrating each and every massacre. Later Abraham Lincoln decreed Thanksgiving Day to be a legal national holiday during the Civil War, on the same day he ordered troops to march against the starving Sioux in Minnesota. But it wasn't until 1939, when President Franklin D. Roosevelt moved Thanksgiving forward by one week, to mark the beginning of the holiday shopping season. Leaving it were we know it today, the last Thursday in November.

The story of Thanksgiving is also the story of the birth of America. It is a story of greed and corruption, which happen to be the principals in which our nation was founded and still runs on today. Have things really changed over all these years? Maybe we are not kicking Native Americans heads around like sporting equipment, but we are still a nation of greed who continues to not learn from our mistakes. We polish the story of Thanksgiving into a homogenized version which forces us to forget our past. There may have been a moment where we sat peacefully and ate, but soon after we grew greedy and ungrateful and ruined it. It is a perfect example of the human race and America as a whole. I'm not saying I'm immune to it. I have credit card debt, not to mention a mean addiction to EBay.

So, maybe this year we should be thankful for what we do have. A crumbling economy in the middle of the biggest financial slump in history, er, I mean, pie, lots of pie.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Dirty Fag.

Williamsburg Bridge

On my way to work this week the L train wasn't running, so I decided instead of paying $30 to get to work to make $30 I would just walk. It wasn't nearly as thrilling as anticipated. Is anything ever?









It's finally beginning to feel like fall and I'm loving it.