GwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwD G G w _____ ____ 1 4 555 "Dispatches from the Plains VII" w D // | \ 11 44 5 by fastjack D * || ____ | || | 1 444 555 * G || || \ / | || | 1 4 5 issue #145 of "GwD: The American Dream G w \\___// \/\/ |____/ 111 4 555 with a Twist -- of Lime" * rel 05/05/05 w D D GwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwD --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- Let's get something clear here. You are not a "Spiritual Person." You have no concept of the higher glory of the spirit. You mix new age bullshit with old time religion and you create this deity, this beard in the clouds who gives a damn about you. You blithely assume that because the prohibition against bacon is out the window that you can pick and choose from the Old Testament, and further, you seem to think that just because you own a book on Angels and live in what is termed a "Christian Nation" that you have some kind of one up on the rest of the universe. Somehow, this twisted mish-mash of various and sundry spirituality seems to grant you insight into the higher order of the universe. You're like this knucklehead (URL no longer resolves, alas). Somehow, you think that even when you live (metaphorically) in the home of an ex-Waffen SS officer, near a concentration camp where thousands of people died, that some angel or ghost or ghost of an angel is going to swoop down from the heavenly host and change some traffic lights so you make it to work on time. Let's try to clarify this a bit: You think that a being of divine creation that spends its time praising God for all eternity or destroying cities that happen to be rife with wickedness has the time in their celestial Day Runner to make sure your fucking nonfat mochachino is ready quickly so that you don't miss the fucking trailers at the vapid and empty film you are going to see? You think they found your keys today? While people die of starvation all over the world on a daily basis, you think that an angel took the time out of their day to make sure your huge ass didn't have to walk through three rooms to find the keys to your SUV? And you honestly believe this because it said it in a book you got on the bargain spirituality table at your local faceless book emporium? The one right next to the tarot cards? The tarot cards that are pretty much a no go in YOUR BIBLE? Well, here's the problem. You are an idiot. Well, maybe not an idiot, I'm feeling charitable. There was a can of Vienna Sausages in the cabinet I didn't know about, so at least I get dinner tonight. No, you are gullible. You assume that because something is wrapped in shiny words, it must be good. If the back cover of someone's books says they have a PhD in angelology, well it must be good. Obviously, they did eight years of school to get that degree, and since we've established you lack the capability to ask yourself, "Is there really a PhD in angelology?" they must be learned. You would go out of your way to pick up a book that says it's used by the military and purports to hold great secrets (http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?isbn=0938294369). You assume that what it says on the cover is true. It's a mystical book so it must be kept from the normal people like yourself who would only use it for good. Obviously, it is a secret the warmongers want to keep to themselves. Bullshit. I was in the Army and I can tell you this: I can put a 120mm tank round into a mouse ass from four thousand meters, I can call artillery onto a busload of children with nothing but a pair of binoculars and my hand, I can clean a latrine so well that your guardian angel would take a day off to admire it, but I sure as fuck can't make myself invisible. You want to be spiritual, you read the Bible. You want that connection to a deity, then you just say, "OK, this is my commitment. I don't do bad things, I aspire to live like Jesus." That's it, that's all there is to it. You don't buy books and cards and candles and hope to learn some mystical shit. That isn't spirituality, that is signing up to be a magician's assistant. Done. Ok, I can't talk at you anymore. It always makes my chest hurt and my left arm go numb. You're a jerk. --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- Issue#145 of "GwD: The American Dream with a Twist -- of Lime" ISSN 1523-1585 copyright (c) MMV fastjack/GwD Publications /---------------\ copyright (c) MMV GwD, Inc. All rights reserved :EAT YOUR FINGER: a production of The GREENY world DOMINATION Task Force, Inc. : GwD : Postal: GwD, Inc. - P.O. Box 16038 - Lubbock, Texas 79490 \---------------/ FYM -+- http://www.GREENY.org/ - editor@GREENY.org - submit@GREENY.org -+- FYM GwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwDGwD