I wanted to write a post that I was inspired by two different people here on blogstream. There are many schools of thought on many different subjects. I have found that two subjects above all cause the most contraversy. Politics and religion. I don't talk politics much, but religion I can. Although this post kind of is about both.

It started with a post I read on Moody's blog "the jerk store called", and the time that I have had to meet and become friends with Miss Zimmie, "nothing but the truth".

Mr. Moody did a post about religion on his most cool ass blog today. He talked about how he didn't understand how religion seems to invoke the need for it's believers to push their beliefs on other people. It is not so much each individual person, as much as the group itself. That is what brings me to say that there are two people involved in the inspiration of this post.

I can relate to the part of religion, myself. You see, as amazing as it may seem, I myself was raised in a Christian religion. Naming the religion itself in this post, really wouldn't be relavant, but it might slip out later in this post. And I myself use to go out and seek people that needed "redemption". I would find these people and proceed to "teach" them the truth about God and Christ, never thinking for once that it wasn't my place to assume that all people were in need of my "preaching". How wrong I was. But I didn't realize that, it was what I was taught, not that that is an excuse.

But what Moody wrote really spoke to me about how religion is such a touchy subject among people. But what he was trying to point out, as my interpertaion was, that it's strange how the religious types are screaming for freedom of religion, but want to denounce those that aren't religous, such as athesits and agnostics.

The thing is that all people are different and look at life at different angles and in different ways. Such as Miss Zimmie. She is very proud of her relationship with God, and wants to share that with others. But she doesn't feel the need to force feed you what she belives. She is content to share her ideas and thoughts and then let them work within you, for however you use them.

Miss Zimmie has by far got to be the most intelligent, truely concerned Christian I have ever meet. Someone that is concerned about your well-being not your conversion. I have had a lot of bad experiences with religion, and have held a lot of things against God that I don't understand, or have understood from a human standpoint and therefore blamed on God. There are things that just shouldn't happen to people and they have happened, and I don't see a loving God allowing these things to happen. Yet Miss Zimmie stands by her God, and I find that just so damn admirable. I can't. I guess I'm too hatefull. Maybe I always will be, I don't know.

I just thought that I would share a little bit of that. Early today when I read it, this was going to be a more hateful post about Christians and their religion. But the more I think about it, thanks to Miss Zimmie, I'm really not that angry anymore.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Where was this hero that was needed? How do you call for help when you don't know who to call for? Or where to find them. How to reach out to them. These things plagued her mind. Incesent thoughts of rape and plunder.

She lifted her head up. The sickness still in her stomach. A putrid, rotten taste of stomach acid in her mouth was bombarding her smell. There was no denying the fact that she was very far up shit creek, and she could not seem to find a paddle. But the thoughts of impending doom, did not obstruct her determination to find a way out of this situation. There was no way that this man was going to get the best of her.

She started, as she had on the slab, working her restraint around her neck. This one, however was considerably tighter. And she was unable to find where the strap came together. It didn't have any snaps, or links, or locking mechanism of any kind, that she could see anyway. She was barely able to stick her finger between the stap and her neck, it was so tight. But as with any problem, it just was going to take time and some thought. So she started pacing around the support, carefull not to wrap the chain around it, like a dog running in mad circles around it's chain post.

Her thoughts were distrubed, however, by what sounded like someone unlocking the door to where she was. She hesitated, from pacing, listening silently. She could hear the lock slide inside the door, and heard it momentairly creak, as he pushed it open. She heard his shuffling feet on the stairs as he walked down them. She instinctivly dashed being the support that she was chained to. As she waited for him to enter, she inevertently looked down at the post and saw where the chain was fixed to the support beam. There was a large thick anchor bolt that had been welded to the meatal I-beam that supported the ceiling of the basement she was in. Although the first chain link had been looped in before the anchor blot was welded into the beam, the weld was weak and not done by someone that really knew what they were doing.

Distracted by the thoughts of her newest restraint, she was completly taken by suprise, by the captors presence, right next to her. He clamped a hand around her neck. His massive hands, wrapped almost all the way around her neck. He tighted his grip, puller head towards him, as he was standing behind her. She gasped as he yanked her to him, pressing her against his shoulder, and looking down at her, smirking. He reached over to her with his right hand, and pressed his index and ring finger against her lips, and nodded his head slightly, in a disapproving motion. She pulled against his grip on her neck, but it was of no use, as his grip was incredibly tight. Her ran his finger down from her lips, down her chin and neck, stopping momentairly. Her was a fear in her eyes of not knowing what his intentions were. He feed on it. Relsihed it. It was drug that gave him a high, like nothing else. He continued on down, passing his fingers, between her breasts and down to her navel, where he abruptly pulled his hand back, and let it fall to his side.

He loosened his grip on her neck slightly, turning her to face him, almost nose to nose. His apperance was nothing strange, quite normal, aside from the situation. He almost appeared as an everyday man. The kind that you would pass at the grocery store and never give a second thought. The true apitamy (way wrong spelling, hopefully you know what I'm trying to type) of never judge a book by it's cover.

He bent down slightly to look at her at her height. He came so close to her that they were almost breathing each other's carbon minoxide. His lips parted slightly, and unexpectedly, he licked her. From the bottom of her neck up to her lips. His tounge was unsually long and thin. It was thick and rough, like a cat's tounge, but long and narrow, like an anteater or snake. She tried to twist away from him. But she could wrest herself from his grip. At the sight of her pulling away, angered him. She could feel his grip tighten to the point of almost choking her. He raised his other hand and slapped her. A yelp escaped her lips. She bit her lips, angry at herself for giving him the satisfaction. He slapped her again, this time bringing stars to her eyes. But she uttered no sound. He pushed her to the floor, landing hard on her butt. He reached down and grabbed her by hee hair . . . there was a sound.

He looked up away from her. There it was again. It was a pounding sound, like someone beating on a door. He cursed under his breath. He released her hair and snarled at her, disgustingly. He walked away from her toward the stair, yelling at the top of his lungs, as the beating on his door continued. She heard him stomp up the stairs and heard the door slam behind him. But there is one thing that she didn't hear. The sound of the lock clicking shut.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

The aliens are still after me. I'm afraid to leave work. Little do they know that I have figured out their plans for world colonization (yes I know that is what they said on X-Files: Fight The Future). The aliens are using man to colonize the world with their own species. Not many people know. In fact the government is one of the many organizations that don't know. The president himself is not even privy to what the covert groups, that work in the shadows of our government, are negoigating with these alien visitors.

The scary thing is, these groups that are thinking that they are pulling the wool over these alien's beings eyes, are really just fooling themselves. There is no escape for man. There will always be a superior race of beings that is able to manipulate man's inherit mistrust in his fellowman. They are using our own weaknesses and faults to move us aside and inhabit our planet.

Many years ago, as man will soon do, this alien race had rendered their planet inhabitable through their warfare and callous attitude toward taking care of their planet. So they had to seek out another planet, so that their race could flurish. And what better place to visit than Earth. As man as already set one man against another, it would not be to hard to impliment the genocide of mankind. So the aliens, already using our mistrust and prejudice, can move us against each other like piece on a chess board, until they have reached their goal -- checkmate.

Be aware of what is going on in the universe. Don't ever take for granted the possibilites that are in front of us. Just because the government is trying to deny that alien life forms had landed in area 51, many years ago, doesn't mean that it didn't happen. They have been here, they will continue to come. Be weary, you never know if they might need you, to help with their plans. They will come and hopefully you will be prepared.

Check your surroundings. Look up in the sky, you never know just what you might see.

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

I can safely say that I watched WAY too much X-Files this weekend. Now normally when my wife and son are out of town, I don't watch much TV, I usually take the time to read comic books, or play video games. But this weekend, after doing all the housework that needed to be done, Saturday evening, I started watching X-Files. I got this crazy hair up my ass to watch the "Bad Blood" episode. Which, in my opinion, is one of the few, but funniest X-Files episode.

Well after I got done watching that one, I just let the tape, keep on going, and spent the better part of the night watching X-Files episodes. The problem with me watching X-Files, is that I get 10 times more parnoid than I already am. By the time, I finally went to bed, I had to look out the window every 10 minutes, before I fell asleep to make sure that the aliens were not waiting outside to abduct me.

Then when my wife gets home, I end up having long "debates" about my paranoia and conspiracies. Of which I have a lot. And all she does is nods her head and smiles at me, and tells me I've had too much to drink. But the aliens will come to get me someday, and I don't when. It's errie. But anyway, I finally did stop watching X-Files, in time to watch the Simpsons Sunday night. Sometimes my wife gets tired of me oggling Gillian Anderson. Which I think is kind of unfair, since I watch her oggle David Boreanaz on Bones. But hey that's why we love each other. 8-)

 

Enjoy the yummy Miss Gillian 8-)

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"There must be an angel with a smile on her face, when she thought that I should be with you."

An angel.  A female angel.  Is there a sex when it comes to angels?  Are there men and women?  Makes you wonder.  Seems to remind me of something that would be a event horizon.  Why?  I don't know.  I guess it is because as man jokes as there are about men not understanding women, I think that angels would be female.  Women have a tendency to be more compassionate and understanding then men.

                                                                                            She-Hulk

                                                                                                                 Jennifer Walters

"My life is brilliant."

Sometimes it seems that way.  Sometimes when your down and depressed that you forget the things that are important.  Somtimes they are the big things and sometimes they are the small things.  Both of them humans tend to take for granted.  But I've learned my lesson there.  That of course doesn't mean I won't fall into that same rut again, I just hope that I won't spend as much time in again, as I have now.  Take things for granted, and life will be nothing but dreary and cold. 

 

"I saw your face, in a crowded place.  And I don't know what to do."

 

I was at the grocery store the other night, shopping with my wife and son.  We were over in the frozen food section, when my son spotted this little girl standing there by her father drinking her juice out of one of those sippy cups.  She was a cute little babygirl, about 2 to 3 or so.  She was a little Japanese girl.  I would have taken by wife's camera phone and got the little girls picture, if it weren't that it would have seemed strange to the father.  You know petaphilish (that's not even a word, I know). 

 

"She was with another man.  But I won't lose no sleep on that, beacuse I got a plan."

 

I got a plan, I think.  I guess it's take it one day at a time and live for the moment.  You know all that "seize the moment" crap.  The only thing I don't get about that, is if your seizing the moment all the time, your not preparing fot the future.  And that is what I have to do.  Prepare for the future, because the future is going to change quite alot in a few months.  And that is good.  Just a bit worried.  You never know about things, like jobs, the economy, where this world is heading and all that.

Hmmm gold-skinned women with fire-red hair.  8-)

 

"But it's time to face the truth.  I will never be with you." 

 

I have.  I'm there.  I've accepted it.  And the more that I thought about it, the more that I ignored the real joy of the situation.  It's like complaining about the kind of beer someone gives you, when it's free.  Be happy with what you have.  What was given to you.  And that is what I missed.  Yes, I never will be with her.  But you know I will have him.  And that is all that matters.  I just hope . . . I'm ready when he gets here.

 

"You're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true.  I saw your face in a crowded place.  And I don't know what to do, because I will never be with you."

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

 

"I'm flying high."