One who fears, lives not.
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Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Distinction of Church and Belief

Hey hey hey, who would say that *(my) Pope is a fascist. Well, anyone who has something inda head, not just vacuum. Why?
Well, it is very clear that Pope's message , the other day, did not aim at spreading love and peace. It'd be differently pronounced, formed, directed and said. But no, Popie prefers quoting medieval authors. Yeah, like, they were the sun and the starts of all intellectual advancement ever, so he finds them appropriately quotable. He prefers ranting about Muhammad, instead of talking some love and shinny happiness into people.

Never mind, who listens to such an old prick anyhow? Well, seems like many. Me myself, I'd never give him an ounce of trust. Why, you ask? Well, I was 15 when civil war burst out in my country. It was an option for me to join the army, both leftist or right-handed. Options were numerous: from a Patriotic League, to HOS, HVO, Chetnicks, Ustasha's, Jihad Fighters - you name it, we've had it in the town. Yes, I've spent 1260 days of siege in Sarajevo, capital of Eastern hemisphere... there were many looking for blood-thirsty, confused peons, to put guns in their hands, to make them believe whatever they wanted to indoctrinate them with... And I, myself, being aaaa... young adult, is that how you call 15-years old?
I knew much much better, than to join Nazi youth. Well, seems like our Pope have had no choice, in his age of 14, but to join Hitler's Youth. It says Hitlerjungend was mandatory, especially after 1942. Well, guess what, army was mandatory in Sarajevo. Another thing - draft was implemented so rigorously that only 2% of the males in my town managed to escape army and draft process, this way or another. I managed, well. Pope didn't. His bad. He didn't know better. Or, just maybe, he wasn't so much against it. Or, he was, like, passively giving his resistance. In the head. Like, thinking badly about bad bad Nazis. Or, just perhaps, sharing some of their views. Like the one that Moslems and Mohammad are no-good-son's-of-biatches, Jews are greedy and bad-bad-mofuggers, etc. We all know what were they preaching, anyways, Pope Retardict is our problem, nowadays. What does that fugger think, does he think at all, is he ashamed of himself at least a little bit?

Now we get to the problem of Church. Me, as a Catholic, I get right to rant about those papal-ass-lovers hypocrites. And, of course, to rant about their ex-Nazi Chief of the Party.
It is time, it was time already, long ago, to draw that line: Distinction of Church and Belief. C'mon, people, don't be morons: Church has abandoned Jesus long ago, if it was ever under His umbrella at all. Why not? Well, ain't it obvious? First of all, all the money and the power is really shitty thing to hold on - isn't their job to ensure our blessings in the after-life, not to ensure their own blessing in the earth-life? I’ve seen to many fat greasy richie-rich priests, driving around in limos, having golden frames on their blurred glasses, carrying around their golden crosses, dressed up in shiny sparky clean robes… their little piggy eyes, deep inda head, rubbing their palms together, trying to decide which youngster to molest next… all this has nothing to do with Jesus, in fact it is so far from his doctrine that Church and Jesus shouldn’t go into the same paragraph of text, let alone in the sentence. Belief and Church have separated long long ago, if they ever went together, at all. It is the last minute for us to do so, in our heads and hearts. Leave those hypocrites behind, strive toward Jesus and his heart.


It is so hard to do what’s right instead of doing what’s easy.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Is it your job?


Ok, whose job is it? Should there be any distribution of jobs, according to prefferences, capabilities, abilities, disabilities? I believe there should be a distinction, not like carved in stone, but firm and understandable, and definitely logical..

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Form vs. content

I am sooooooo upset... no, nah, the word is pissed off, with my immediate environment. With citizens of Balkans, in general, and mostly with Bosnian fuggers. Why, you wonder? Well, if you lived here and have had more than 2 grams of brain, you'd probably be revolted for the same reasons: everybody insists on the form, nobody cares about content, essence, substance.... e.g. I work for the govt. institution - dress code says we have to be in dark suits, with the tie, and don't even think about having a Disney tie or something. Gotta be checkered or some other dull pattern, can't be fun. On the other hand, war criminals sit in our Parliament. Or their children, who nurture memories of their genocidal parents over media, on regular basis.

Wanna know more? Lemme go puke, I'll be back, to rant more.

Awareness

What would happen if we would be able to determine when do we want to be aware? Like, if I could be aware while I am asleep - I would spend the night watching my prettier half, as she is sleeping, like an angel... and, contrary to the period of awareness during the rest period, I could be unaware and unconscienceous while I am at work: I rent my brains anyways, there isn't much need for processing powers of my grey cells, it is just routine works that are done on daily basis, never changing, always boring...

Ah, I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

stolen bits of conversation

This was, surely, just a mental diversion. And perhaps I was just a Member of a Secret Foreign Service that was accidentaly falsified somewhere from Japan, or something. I wouldn't know - knowlege is as deep as perception is, anyways - and this early in the morning, my perception is quite a ... like a ... like a variable, like X going to minus infinity. Early in my life I used to be young, though that fact was changing as years passed by. Amasing, isn't it? Fcuk. Now I'm just a old trash bag, ain't-good-for-nothin'.

It all started with golden fishies.

Monday, August 30, 2004

Pa Ssta - So What?!

"pa ssta"

massta
zzivjeti disati pisati
recci djelovati ne stati
smjeti htjeti voljeti ne izdati
i ne strassiti se
*
vjernost ideal romantika
vitez bez nakaza
kamikaza
politike bijesa razvaljenih snova
stresa
nisam za tog lijesa
*
joss tri za gross
a zzivot za dvje
rijeci pogressne
smjessne jeftine
*
ne skreni sa puta
ne gledaj iza
kriza



"so what"

imagination
to live to breathe to write
to say to do not to stop
to dare to want to love not to betray
and not to be scared
*
faithfullnes ideal romance
knight without monsters
kamikaza
of politics rage broken dreams
of stres
i'm not in for that cascet
*
you get three for a quarter
and a life for two
wrong words said
funny cheap
*
do not lose your path
do not look behind
chrisis