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January 26, 2014 Leave a comment

Sochi Olympics;

Between personal morality and glory, gays, why aren’t you boycotting the Olympics in Russia outright? No pun intended.

You know what? Let’s stay on this issue…

I just saw the tennis legend Billy Jean King get complimented on a popular Sunday morning politico-news show, “you’re a great example to your sport”…

And it strikes me, how as a sports icon do you not engage that backhanded compliment for what it is? Or is the need of attention so desperate by the gay community that you will openly accept compliments to your excellence in whatever field you’re in, just that much more because you’re gay. As if, being gay was a credit to your excellence?

Now, I’m embarking on expressing a tight wire of an opinion here I know. I KNOW there are plenty of people out there who feel as I do, which is that they have no problem with people of any sexuality… but they will not voice this opinion because it comes with the hair trigger auto-response by any gay rights advocate or otherwise- that you’re a homophobe.

Yet, nothing could be further from the truth, at least for myself. I’m just a guy who wishes he didn’t have to have what someone else does in the privacy of their own bedroom, and life, pushed in my face in conjunction with other issues that in no way or means coincides with their sexuality.

Same as when I’m just trying to get through my work day, and you just won’t shut the fuck up with your random issues. Nothing against you personally, but I just don’t need the noise.

I’ve made the argument in the past by posing the question- How would it be accepted by friends, family, the general public, if I wore a T-shirt that announced to the world, that I like a certain type of sex, or sexual position? Keeping it hetero of course, in order to make my point. More so and in accordance with the theme of this post, what if when I accepted accolades for what I do, I also accepted those accolades on behalf of those who like… let’s say… fans of the 69?

Ludicrous isn’t it?

But think about it… Not every woman is a fan f the good old 69. Lets be real, there are some men who live blowjobless lives too. What about them? I feel for these guys. No matter the reasons. I’ve spoken to these women who withhold one of the most beautiful sensations in sexual relations- they are either unwilling to please their mates, just takers by nature, or they are unwilling to give for not recieving, or they don’t know, or are even put off by maybe a hazard of the job (no pun intended), like choking, gagging or elsewise we’ll not get into. In any case, the men who live with or in spite of these women live lives of shame and secrecy. Shame in that they will never willingly let their friends know that they will not be appreciated by their women, or are unable to inspire their women to appreciate them in this way. Secrecy in that in some cases, this deficiency in their relationships leads them to act out, and in acting out, sometimes it leads to infidelity.

So with that little bit being said, I think we can justifiably classify this one facet of hetero men, as in the closet, can we not? Can we not as well agree that they may be discriminated against because of this unfortunate deficiency of circumstances both socially as well as publicly? Think not? I’m pretty sure you can imagine a scenario where a man is passed over for a job for being percieved as weak, or incapable of being as much a man as another might be. This is the stigma attached to not being able to get a blowjob in some cases. Men know what I’m talking about. Men who don’t or can’t get a BJ will be thought of as men who maybe have something wrong with them.

If these parallels to homophobia are established then, and I’m saving time by not writing a fucking thesis here so just try and keep up- then can we also imagine activism on behalf of fighting back that discrimination against those men who either cannot get a blowjob or 69, or have just not been fortunate enough to get them. Its by no choice of their own, right? Like being born gay.

If you can imagine the activism, you can imagine some men wearing the pro-69 button or pin on their lapel. You can imagine the BJ & 69 parades. You can imagine the BJ & 69 flag. I can’t but you can, lol.

Don’t discriminate, just fellate.

For just 69 cents a day, you can help rid the world of un-BJ stigma.

You get my point though. So when that athlete you might admire is on TV representing the Olympics, would you appreciate that they are doing it as an ambassador to the Blow Job and the 69 as well?

Well, shyit… If I couldn’t get one I might too. Maybe I’ve countered my own argument?! No.

I wouldn’t want to know what they are getting, or not getting in their bedroom or in their personal lives. Sorry. Don’t care.

Now, is it wrong of me to think that a hetero ball player (whatever kind of ball other than their own) would be a better ball player if he got a regular serving of 69’s and BJ’s? Maybe. But still… do I need to know about it? No. I don’t.

So why do I need to know if you’re gay? I mean, c’mon, Brian Boytano… Billy Jean King… in some cases you’re going to “know” anyway, but do I need it to be an issue in relation to your sports performance? I think not. Am I wrong? No, I’m not- because they’re indisputably great at what they did.

Now if you want to do a Lifetime channel special on their struggles with being in the closet and trying to become great- and I have a girlfriend (whom I love, because if I am not in love…) who makes me watch it with her, will I have a problem with that? Noooo. Not at all. For that purpose it’s relevant of course and they deserve the pat on the back for having had to deal with adversity in trying times. Same as Jackie Robinson did in his time with the race issue. Yes, I just said a gay person dealing with homophobia and possible discrimination is or was the same as a black baseball player dealing with bigotry in earlier American history.

But I don’t need to know about it in your sports performance, your job performance, your political representation, or anywhere otherwise. If you are my friend and you want to discuss your relationship- IT STILL DOESN’T HAVE TO COME INTO PLAY! We can discuss common themes about relationships, because they are all the same when it comes down to it, without you telling me he went down on you or bent you over. Thats sex, not the relationship. A gay friend can tell me “then we made love” or “then we fucked” and it’s enough and the same as het. If by some curiosity it matters for details- then you go there, but otherwise can someone tell me how it matters either way gay or straight?

It doesn’t. So why I ask, now and for eternity, or until the world grows the fuck up- why must I know about your private sexual preference when I do not care, and it is not relevant?

It’s because the media or because of situations like the one on the news just now, that I’m made to care… and it then becomes counter productive because I don’t want to know. So then, if you’re shoving down my throat, no pun intended, how am I going to appreciate that?

Recently George Clooney did the smart thing.

He refused to answer the question whether he was gay or straight based on the way it may derogatorily percieved that he distinguished himself one way or another, by the other group. You follow? If he says he’s straight, he didn’t want his gay friends being offended that he would define himself apart from them, and if he’s gay, he didn’t want the same offense to his straight friends.

This my readers, is intelligence. It’s a gentle “mind your own fucking business, it’s not relevant to this interview or my work that you know who I suck or fuck in my personal life” AND a lesson, to be learned by you right now and the media as a whole- take that question off the menu across the board. Respect privacy.

Supercalafragilistically, Exprialadociously, Appropriate.

What’s inappropriate is a society and governance that moves so slowly on issues for fear of offence, but does not motivate for fear of stangnace, and allows an issue like this and others to crawl at such a slow pace that groups and organizations have to sprout up to fight discrimination, who then begin to draw divides in society that unfortunately they themselves cannot see they actually should stand against. In other words, gay rights has forced distinguishing themselves as a group, when shouldn’t the fight have been for anonymity?

If your fight is for a thing not to matter… then how is it that your fight, actually fights to make it matter? This applies most fervently to those who would otherwise not care, and already be the enlightened, of which I consider myself to be one, where the danger is you alienate, and lose support you would otherwise have against discrimination.

Again, this is why this issue and this opinion are a tightrope walk. Because at this point, it seems I’m saying the rape victim was asking for it- but I’m not.

I’m saying, that if I’m not supposed to care that you’re gay… then why are you forcing me to care? And by forcing me, you’re forcing me to not like that you’re forcing me, therefore I’m not liking you for forcing me, and you happen to be gay.

See how that could backfire?

But I’m not-not liking you, because you’re gay. I’m not-not liking you because you’re forcing me to care that you’re gay, when just as naturally as you are gay, I could naturally care less otherwise.

And a parallel comes to light between the unspoken-of issue of reverse racism (racism by those who historically have fought racism), and homophobic discrimination. Where perceived prejudice becomes the manifestation of prejudice towards the group prejudice is expected from.

Another danger of over-distinguishing is what is it expected to evolve to? By shining a spotlight, you can’t un-see a thing you want not to matter. The only way is forward, so what then? Will there one day be a separate Olympics for gays? The Gay Olympics? That would be ironic wouldn’t it? The Greeks thought it up, and thought nothing of bisexuality if I know what I know, but however many years later, it matters if you’re gay?

An aside… Sochi is in Russia, and Russia is anti-gay… so why if you’re gay, are you not boycotting the games?

You have this issue and supposed responsibility of bringing awareness to anti-gay sentiment and you are opting to cash in on the glory rather than to sacrifice for the greater good, and taking every athlete with you in the way that they can never feel they really won those games if there was competition that did not participate- but you said the hell with that, I want my spotlight, I want my medal, and it’s OK you’re anti-gay, as long as I get mine.

OK.

So much for that then.

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WordPress, but not WordPress…

February 8, 2011 Leave a comment

Special thanks to the developers at Links Alpha for such a great plug in. Also at Dallas Pro Web Designers for their plug in/ widget. Both made it really easy to move this blog off the Wp servers and keep some of the functionality.

Told ya… I was gonna do it. And it’s done.

I have a couple other blogs to move under my main domain umbrella and I’m done, at least publicly, with WordPress. After initially looking at the glamorous and glitzy Tumblr sites, I was impressed, but I couldn’t find comparable themes and templates. Mind you, they have some nice ones, but the really nice ones are about 20-60% more costly than those you would pay for in Wp format, and even if I did swallow that small pill, I would be losing the familiarity with which I’ve grown into, aesthetically, on my blogs.

Initially I was dismayed at the thought of eating my words and coming back, tail between my legs and continuing my begrudging relationship with the ever-silent racist sympathizer WordPress has become in my eyes, but no. Despite my keep-sh*t-simple life-motto, I knew that I wanted out from under and this was it, this was the time.

I could part with a layout I thought, if the layout is pleasing to the eye, as I feel mine are now- and I loved the fact I could apply the actual domain name without the subdomain (.wordpress.com) suffix to my blogs (something WordPress would reach into your pocket for!) at Tumblr… Then there were some functionality issues… Wp format is just more control-freak friendly, which I am. I needed a bit more control than is offered over there at Tum-Tum, as I’ve come to know affectionately refer to it. So what did I do? I took myself out of my comfort zone and got into the code a bit, installed the WordPress Application into my GoDaddy hosting account, and moved everything over. Some re-formatting glitches after familiarizing myself with the new operating procedures and log-ins, and here we are.

There are some tweaks on each site (two so far) that I have to come back to- but for the most part- the work is done.

I figure once in a while, I may repost an entry in the old (.wordpress.com) blog to attract some hits from the internal mechanism they have, freshly pressed and whatnot- but for the most part- we are free (and you can be too).

And we are under our own flags as well.

When you type in www.theoccasionalopinion.com you are led to the main domain The Occasional Opinion, then redirected to the subdomain under Damian Dezign. Looks the same as this one, so will you know the difference? Sans the stink of a background support staff that says nothing to you when you complain of racial epithets espoused upon you by other users of the free service- nahhhh, no difference at all.

This will be the last post here for a while, so if you don’t hit the link, and rss link or feed or do whatever it is you do to keep up at the new site, you will not receive an update when I comment on the absurdities of our world.

I’ve got some pent up thoughts on Lindsey and Hale, racism, white male model on black baby crimes, as if we need more daddy issues in this country… and more, waiting to come out…

All of which will not be posted here.

See you on the other side folks!

bye bye you mother f%&*($#s =P

My thoughts on the Wikileak…

November 30, 2010 Leave a comment

In a word… Guantanamo.

How does a private citizen come by documents vital to national security and have the balls to do anything more than to privately read them and say “what if?”

Then the New York Times has the balls to approach the White House and “offer” then the opportunity to redact??? As Gawker suggests, yes, they should be held liable too. They should be fined heavily, and demand the resignation of the managing head who thought the publication of illegally obtained documents were something they could publish openly.

I’ll tell you what should have been redacted, Mr. Julian Assange, once the documents were seized by the NSA from all entities within their reach. The moment he threatened national security as well as the stability of political relationships throughout the world Assange should have been bagged and held for questioning under the patriot act! Once he revealed his source and handed over all copies of those documents he could have been released with a smack on the ass, banned from entry to the United States ever again and the press release would have read “ESPIONAGE AND TERRORIST THREAT UNDER GUISE OF JOURNALISM AND FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT THWARTED BY (AGENCY NAME)”

Now, if Assange did not think his actions were of any illegal sort, akin to terrorism or espionage- then why did he flee to Switzerland the first time around?

It’s infuriating to see the ball dropped by this White House Administration yet another time. Why, if you have the power, do you not use it, when justified?! Even if you end up being wrong- what’s so bad about saying “the white house apologizes to Mr. Assange and thanks him for his understanding of the fact that our actions were in the name of protecting the people of the United States of America”?

But we wouldn’t have been wrong.

If this was an American, publishing secret documents obtained illegally, as Assange obtained these, that other country would have no problem making said American disappear. Now this is America and well, maybe in this situation we can’t do this (not that that kind of thing hasn’t happened) for whatever reason- but there are still strong measures that can be taken. Freedom of the press is bla bla bla and etc etc- sure. But just like freedom of speech- that freedom stops at yelling fire in a crowded theatre.

The reason those freedoms stop there is because of the safety of the majority. This Assange-hole has if nothing else, embarrassed our country (which if anyone had balls enough to deal with this appropriately it could have been avoided), and at most, damaged the relationships that diplomats have with our country, instilled a lack of trust in our country and boosted the moral of this country’s enemies.

Who knows the what the repercussions may end up being now that this supposed journalist or whatever he calls himself has blatantly and selfishly disregarded the national security and safety of a nation’s people, all for his own zeal. If the supposed terrorist threat is real, are they now more confident in defying our country? Are our embassies worldwide now hard targets for infiltration now that this jack-ass has shown how it can be done? Are the families of military personnel worldwide now in danger because entities who would like the same type of information realize, they can get some lowly private first class to steal documents, if not with a bribe, then with a gun to his wife and child’s head?

And it occurs to me… if he does consider himself a journalist- why not lock up the documents and actually WRITE a story about their contents. What ever happened to protecting your source? In which case this blog entry may be in defense of the honorable reporter of truths, instead of the entry it is, written with a snarling disgust at the level of irresponsibility of some human beings.

So, when you imagine a shit world situation and ask yourself- how in the world could it ever get worse- you can now give that thought a name. Julian Assange. The guy who  figured out how the f*cked world security and diplomatic situation could be worse.

The C*nt

 

Status…

August 30, 2010 Leave a comment

And so it’s the end of August, almost a year that I’ve been here, seems like just yesterday I was reassigned to the XXXXXX’s Office and began to get a different skew on the general public. Well, not so different- just a more candid confirmation to the nihilist view I already had.

In any case, it’s coming up on a year, I’m farther away from the end of that relationship that was catching fire when I started here, physically, and mentally I’ve put distance between myself and that past. But this is fodder for another blog i don’t make it easy to find… here it’s about outlook, not in-look. And that said, The World as I see it- still disappoints.

It hasn’t changed much. No advancements in science too notable. At least none that make me proud to part of this human race. I’m sure the iPad has some value in respect to stock prices and whatnot- but it’s not advancing the human race in any way I can see. I mean, sure, it’s a cool new toy. But I don’t see apple providing one to every school in the U.S. in order to improve the horrendous place America holds among education systems worldwide. And no I object to those who read that sentence and say that’s absurd. It can be done. Just like you can download a trial version of some very expensive software and it shuts itself down after thirty days- is the same way you can shelf like an iPad for the kids in the schools across the country with the worst graduation rate. Or cable them to the god damn desks. They ARE internet based right? So any content is accessible on a network, not necessarily personalized to the machine. Correct?

But no. Apple, a leader in technology isn’t about to do that even if it does ensure that every single kid who uses one in school for 4-8 years (Kindergarten to Highschool) is likely going to set aside a jar of coins to be able to have one to take home with them when they graduate. Or sooner, for having missed using the toy on the weekends. In the meantime until the jar is full of coins, the kid might actually want to stay in school longer or opt for a saturday study day since using it is so cool- but no. Apple doesn’t care about the advancement of man-kind. The betterment of our youth as a whole. It’s just fine proliferating the elitist class division that keeps the poor-poor, and the rich-rich, until the poor get sick of it and bash in the heads of the rich, as is what happens, historically.

I mean, am I the genius or the idiot to actually think of this? Either I’m the genius to be the only one who realizes this market or the idiot who thinks he’s the only one, and it’s been thought of already- but not acted on.

The iPad can be integrated into a school desk itself, god knows the entire desk-top can be a screen giving so much more space to play with, and now Apple can partner with the suppliers of those desks- thats got to be a billion dollar market, to supply that new product together and both boost their sales. No one gets put out of business, and everyone wins. EVRYONE.

But again… provided free or close to it to the poorest of schools with the lowest graduation rates, inspiring kids to stay in school, and cost adjusted as the tax bracket of the school’s student’s parent’s goes up. Because if you can fucking afford it, you dont need the break.

And this by the way, is just one idea that came to mind right now as I started to write this.

The world, hasn’t changed. Things like this don’t happen. And for me, a pawn, a peon making a shit wage (for my own reasons) to be able to think of things like this – and for those who can actually make a difference like this- it’s either a thought that escapes their mind- or it’s something beneath them.

And again, that’s just one example of what doesn’t happen in this world, in this country, year after year- not inspiring one to have hope, not making one feel proud, not instilling faith in that we as human beings aren’t just a virus or a fungus on this planet consuming it to death.

Little pockets of conservation. Little pockets of vegetarianism. Little pockets of activism. Little pockets of misplaced loyalty to animal rights. All of it- small. Little.

Making no difference really. When the majority of the world are followers. Sheep. Content to be entertained and all of whom live to play into the whole game of look at what I got. Look at where I went. Look at what I did. And what they did, where they went, what they got- had nothing to do- for the most part that is- with anything that would improve the world or help mankind.

The system elects managers, not leaders. Managers of the system in place. Nothing changes. Presidents are judged on how well they manage the shit that’s been fucked up by their predecessors, and no one is allowed to take it all apart and put it back together in a way that works. Democracy, perverted into a fuck-itself situation. Too many assholes with something to say, and no one with the base-line agenda to keep the best interest of MAN-KIND in mind.

And no leaders. Unless you look to Actors.

They go into the entertainment business, they give the sheep some cheap laughs or thrills, and then they take the money the sheep have so willingly and irresponsibly misappropriated to them, amassed millions, and they apply those funds to where they can make a difference.

The world improves at the hands of Brad Pit, George Clooney and Mat Damon.

Because they put themselves in a  place to catch the money you assholes are throwing away on bullshit. They provided you the bullshit (like Apple provides the toys).

And thank god they have a conscience, and a human instinct other than that of excess and indulgence because if they didn’t, the world would be in just a slightly worse place. Emphasis on slightly.

Without them, we wouldn’t be in a much better place at all. There are plenty of philanthropists, all taking care of stuff they think should be taken care of. It’s all well and good. Kudos to all. But still, with all this money being redirected, all this effort being put in, the world is still fucked up isn’t it?

It all seems like a drop in the bucket.

How is that possible I wonder sometimes? How is all of that possible.

The only answer I can think of is, that no matter how many philanthropists there are- the amount of sheep/ consumers, and providers of those meaningless consumables, greed mongers and profiteers for the hoarding of wealth or power or both- outnumber them, and so there will never be, as long as man-kind doesnt unite in the name of advancing itself as a whole- a solution to problems like world hunger, or lack of education, or class warfare.

So in the end, when evaluating all of this, what are we left with. What Am I Left With?

I, a cog in the works. Powerless.

Observance of it is stressful. Powerlessness, is stressful. To adopt a futile code of ethics and actually believe that one man can make a difference (without explosives) is foolish and a waste of precious time. So what’s left? The other end of the spectrum. That’s all.

The other end that says each day you have is one less you will have, and you should try and enjoy each day because you can’t get them back. You WILL die one day, and you do not want to look back and see a long list of days where you spent them sullen and miserable over the unchangeable state of affairs. You want to look back and feel good about having spent this time on earth, your limited time, well.

And in a way, it’s all your left with, but it doesn’t escape me one bit how this “other end of the spectrum” you’re left with because of utter helplessness otherwise- aligns you in a way with all of the irresponsible ones who unlike me, engage in self indulgence out of not having the means to influence change- but rather because they simply don’t care.

People are still calling New York from all over the country expressing their unsolicited opinion on a Mosque that’s being built in the downtown area near where the World Trade Center once stood before 9-11-2001. Idiots.

People are still taking – taking – taking – from the world around them, and not giving a second of thought to their good fortune- but rather thinking of how they can take more. 

Nothing is different.

The only thing that seems to change is the manner in which those who struggle learn to deal with their misfortune productively or at least in a way not to let themselves eat the barrel of a gun.

Change is good they say?

Well let’s see how this change in theme works out. I liked Hemmingway. It was dark and serious like me. But this one caught my eye today. Lets see what happens.

the minutiae

coming back from a vacation to no where- re-entering the routine, confronted with a build up of unread blog posts… it just seems to me that it’s all way too microscopically focused on the minute details.

skimming, clicking delete after muttering- “i care?”- alot.

Good Morning Jehovah!

I work for the City of New York I’ve sometimes revealed. The office in which will remain a mystery to you. But an occasional perk of my employment and the location of my office is the opportunity to have a seat in City Hall Park when I have time before work. In the spring and summer the fountain is pretty cool. Relaxing. I don’t give a flying fuck about the law, but I used to work for the Parks Department, so if I want a smoke, I’ll stand just outside of the park and have that before I go in and take a bench.

Now, in any wilderness you have predators of course. Those predators lurk in areas the prey would frequent. In this concrete wilderness the predators seem to lurk about in the oasis’ of Parks. To cal them predators is probably flattering, and it depends on the prey of course- but sometimes I see them more like scavengers. Like vultures. And it seems the Predator or Vulture must like this particular park, as it’s been my experience on more than one occasion to be approached with “a question” regarding either life or the world in general- but all in all question is always bait to lead you into a conversation about Christ.

Today’s Vulture was a Jehovah’s witness.

Well Jesus H. Christ I thought to myself.

Nice enough guy, but do I really look like a lost soul?

I wasn’t thinking about God at the moment to tell you the truth. I rarely do that anymore. for myself- i got that shit all figured out. I was just having my smoke taking in the scenery, rather habitually checking out the passers by, thinking about the great morning I just had with my girlfriend and how lucky I am- getting used to that feeling really- and here comes this guy with his “question”.

After I grant permission for him to enter my world like allowing a vampire to enter your home, “What do you think would need to change” he asks, “to make the world a better place?”

Off the top of my head, I answer “Government”. And I know him already- this guy, his type. He’s a nicer one than usual. I don’t sense that aire of condescention coming from him, like the thought behind his eyes that must go something like “fudge, I have to convert this (insert racial epithet of your choice here so as not to sully this post with my ethnic distinction and to allow you to personalize the experience)?” As has been the case at times. No, this guy seems genuine and nice. But little does he know…

He may not the actual predator at the park today. His will not be the predominant message, and he may not be the one to walk away from the conversation having converted anyone- but maybe- just maybe, he may be the one converted.

We talk for a while and he busts out the little bible and drops some quotes on me. We talk a while longer and I see I’ve got a ringer here. This guy is a true believer. Blind faith… Nothing blind is gonna see you anywhere I like to say.

Now comes MY baited question…

“So you wanna know what I beleive in?”

this is after I gauged him well with a “so what about gay marriage?” query- threw him off while he tried to answer and simultaniously figure out if I was gay. Releived him by saying after his bible-assisted answer, “as a straight man with gay friends, theyre great people and any kind of future in any kind of society has to include all its citizens, not admonish or jusdge them for whomever they choose to be, but accept them and make room for them under new categories of law if not ammending the ones already in place”…

From him: Bla – bla – bla – bible. Something about angels and Sodom and Gamorah???

I thought to myself- Seriously? In this day and age? Angels?

But anyway, my question was what I beleived in, and I told him- Everything is Energy. You, I, the gate I’m leaning on, the bible in your hand- the thoughts in your mind are all Energy- and to me- THAT is God. Religion- the bible, the koran, the talmud, all written by man in times of little understanding of the world around them. No sooner would you follow a modern day psychic today- but you follow one six thousand years old right there in your hand. No offense I said, but thats how I’ve coem to reconcile religion in my journey to define God. I’ve been on the verge of converting to and adopting almost all the popular theologies- so it doesn’t come with a light heart that I share this with you- and I don’t think aout this all the time either- but since you brought it up- here it is. God is the energy that binds us all- all living things and all matter existing on this earth and likely the universe around us. As with your scripture and many others, to know the name of God would likely destroy you- and so it would be if you could comprehend with our limited capacity- 10% of our brains is what we can use according to science?- the relationship between all matter in this universe.

I told him there was a book written called Three Magic Words and I couldn’t remember the author then, but right now I recall it being Wayne Dyer (i think), and the three magic words- were You Are God. In it’s way if not directly- this book described the theory of energy I feel I have discovered for myself- and I’ve found others who have done the same.

If you and I, I told him, accept our responsibility as Gods, being the givers and takers of life that we are- both figuratively and literally- then with that mutual respect, I think between us we can make our acquaintance a good one. When you and I part ways- we will give each other life by imparting positive energy between us- we will shake nads, and respect each other and wish each other a good day. If only but in an infinitessimal fraction of influence- we have given each other life- instead of cursing each other and taking life away. The energy we exchange will carry on and effect the rest of our day- and by relation the rest of the people in our lives. This is God. This, what we can do here and now, between us, if done by the rest of the world- will make the world a better place. Love, what Jesus supposedly taught- and respect.

And we didnt need thousand year old text, names of gods, rules and regulations, the threat of hell or admonsihment or excommunication or expelsion to make this happen.

All we needed to do was accept that we are creatures of this earth, we are comprised of the same stuff everything else and everyone else around us is, and we have to respect each other for the power we have equally to give, and take life- as gods of our universe.

We didnt need a third party as most religions seem to proliferate- to mediate, threaten or dictate.

Well Mr. Jehovah seemed to have glossy eyes now. Glazed over with maybe being overwhelmed. I don’t think he liked the part where I said my theory explains his, and his and every other theology are just evolutionary pre-texts to mine.

He closed the dialogue as quickly as he could, we shook hands as I said we would, and wished each other a good day. He went his way and I went mine. I long since finished my cigarette and strolled over to a bench where I continued thinking about the hot sexy morning I had with my girlfriend and how lucky I’ve been in love lately… in the distance over to the right of me I could see my Vulture turned Prey form moments before… Striking up a conversation with a cougar sitting by herself.

It’s too bad he can’t just continue his day and enjoy his life- he has to do that thing he did with me all over again in the name of his … God?

Good luck buddy. It’s the year 2010. How long are you going to keep that recruitment thing up? It’s no wonder religion is still holding man-kind back, when guys like that are so eager to follow, instead of lead in their own lives.

Gawd.