I LOVE FAMILY GUY!!!

WOW!!! Quote of the night from Family Guy.
Scene: Two incredibly butch dikes walk in to a sperm clinic.

Dike 1:
"Me and my partner want to have a baby, and we want an applicator that looks like Jodie Foster's nuckles."

Marketing for Christ - I'm sure he wont mind

I remember this scene from the bible where Jesus goes into the temple and turns over a bunch of tables and drives out all the vendors. I'm no pastor or theologian but I'm pretty sure at least one of the points of that story is that God doesn't want people making ass loads of money by using his name. So I went to Borders today and took a picture of some books by Lee Strobel that are titled A Case for Creation, A Case for Christ, A Case for Faith, and even A Case for Easter!!! Sure, these books may have some great info and insights, but if that's not a marketing device I don't know what is. Man what a douche bag. This seems to happen a lot now days among Christian writers. Click here for another example...If you scroll down enough you'll realize that you can get two books because they're "better together" for the low low price of only $20.78. I think it's retarded. That's it.

Bad Words

I scared myself yesterday. I'll preface it with this: I was in deep thought about a conversation I had with a roommate of mine. The conversation was of a political nature and it had to do with war. I was absolutely dumbfounded that he would not or could not begin to accept the possibility of a nation not using violence...he believes that in order to keep things going economically and politically speaking, violent things have to happen. Quoting from a Zinn book here, "In 1972, the general who was head of the U.S. Strategic Air Command told an interviewer, "I've been asked often about my moral scruples if I had to send the planes out with hydrogen bombs. My answer is always the same. I would be concerned only with my professional responsibility.'" This man leaves no room for moral judgement in is line of work.

I was having such a hard time accepting that some people are incapable of contemplating a world that isn't run by greed, capitalism, and war. The thought crossed my mind "it's easy for me to make decisions about things like this because my own fundamental values are simply that I don't have any loyalty to the government or any authority figure other than Christ." WHOA, there it is!! That word fundamental. I know it's not necessarily a negative word, but i've never associated that word with my own beliefs. Just like when the word popped into my mind yesterday, I'm speechless. I can't come up with any words to describe how that scared me. This is a wierd feeling. Well, at least I'm not the militant type.

PACIFISM...A CONVERSATION FOR FRIENDS

There's an old man, an old folk singer/political activist named U. Utah Phillips. He was an enlisted soldier in the Korean War who became an opponent to war in general. More often than not, I don't sympathize with enlisted men who complain about the battles they were in and the friends they lost, only because I figure if you're dumb enough to enlist you have to man up to the consequences you brought on yourself.

After the war, Utah spent years as a drunken vagabond traveling on trains throughout the country trying to forget as best he could the things that happened in the war. After years of this he finally settled down in a recovery house in SLC founded by Joe Hill, the old legend from the Catholic Workers Movement. This man's name was Edmond Hennessey as I remember the story going. He was one of the old Catholic/Anarchist/Pacifist men sprouting from the ministry of Dorthy Day (or however you spell her name).

Utah, being a drunk with violent tendencies and all that jive, was confronted by Edmond one day. Edmond said something to the effect of, "You need to be a pacifist"

"What's a pacisfist," says Utah.

"Well, it's kinda like being an alcoholic. You have to sit down with people who will really listen and instead of saying 'my name's Chuck, I'm and alcoholic', you say, 'I'm Chuck, and I admit and accept that I have a capacity for violence'."

If we claim to be pacifists, we need to be able to sit down and admit our violent tendencies, no matter how small they are. We need to get ourselves to a place where we at least realize that even killing an ant may have the possibility to make some species of life bitter at humanity, thus making the circle of "KARMA" keep rotating. It's not easy, as far as I know, only Jesus has been able to do it, but instead of copping out and being defeated by it, we can try. I suppose that's step one...TO GENUINELY CARE!!

Hiding The Sun

I wrote this poem during a period when I wasn't drinking. I was actually drunk when I wrote it. I was talking on the phone with someone who thought that I was sober when I wrote it. Ironic I suppose. Whatever, suck my balls!!

I know the truth
I know that you'd pay any price to have it
I know you'd choose
Who'd be the one to have
The one to hold on to
The lies you keep so close
And hold as their your own
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
You Crumbling
But I know the truth

I've seen it too
I've seen it in your eyes but I can't help it
I've seen in you
Things that you tried to hid
The things that keep you
Down in a place no one can find
You hold it as your own
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
You shuddering
But I've seen it too

I hide it too
I hide the sun so I can make sense of it
I hide for you
The things you bring to light
The things that kill you too
And I've never been so cold
But when I'm here all alone
Nobody knows
Nobody hears
Me whispering
'Cause I hide it too

Faith in your government?

I had a friend mention today that one of his most recent struggles is putting faith in our government, that he has trouble trusting our leaders because it seems like all they do now days is lie. For some reason this struck me as an incredibly ignorant statement. But all too often is expressed in one way or another. The reason it seems so dumb to me is that he feels as though he is supposed to have faith in our government. For some reason I've never been a person that felt like I am obligated to be loyal to things. I never cared about my school colors or mascot or alma mater, from the time I was young I thought that the idea of enlistingin the armed servicves was a ridiculous idea, and from the beginning of my interest in politics I've never felt that I should support someone just because they are republican or democrat.

Mark Twain, in the midst of high political tension due to a war in the Philipenes, was called unpatriotic because he, as merely a writer, an artist, felt that it was okay to speak out against the war and against the government. He replied by saying something to the effect of: Loyalty to one's country does not mean loyalty to it's institutions. The country is the eternal thing, the living thing, the substantial thing. The country is the people and what they stand for. The institutions are simply clothing. Clothing can be tattered and worn by harsh conditions, it can cease to protect us from the winter cold, from disease, and from death. To have worship rags, to have loyalty for rags, is a loyalty of unreason.

I like that. It's simple point made on a rather complex issue. I read a quote at my office the other day by C.W. Ceram that said, "Genius is the ability to reduce complicated to the simple." Good job Mark Twain.

Angel in the outfield

When I was in elementary school tetherball was the most popular sport to play during recess. Kids would stand in line the entire lunch recess just to play one round of tether ball. At one point there was a formal tetherball tournament organized.


I was in the group of kids that didn't like tether ball. There were two reasons i didn't like it:1) I've always had bad circulation so when it got cold hitting the ball would hurt my hands. 2) I couldn't even it a baseball off of a tee in teeball. The bat ball coordination was just not there.


Ok, while this tournament was going on the group that didn't like tetherball played different games. On the last day of the tournament the big game was down to Angel Cornejo and Corey Frank. It was the most intense game I ever halfway paid attention to. The only part I really paid attention to was after the game was over. Angel has risen victorious, then the entire school (that was out on recess at that point), excluding the group of us who didn't play the sport, chased Angel around the school field.


Just imagine a giant fat mexican kid being chased by about 70 small skinny white kids. To this day, me and the friends who still remember this don't know why they chased him around. They didn't beat him up, they didn't hoist him on their soldiers, they didn't even dogpile. The way it ended was that the bell rang and everyone had to freeze until the yard duty ladies blew their whistles. I feel like I re-live that scene in my head everyday and it never makes sense. I think maybe this is what is keeping me from greatness. Can you offer any suggestions to help me in my life quest?