Wanted: Scapegoats

We just watched the movie "Rachel Getting Married," and certain parallel events in my own life are egging me on to comment about it and note a few less than desirable qualities about our society.

What some people may actually not get who may watch this film, is that the real culprit in the quite realistic story (the familiar setting reminds me a bit of my own) is actually the mother (the character played by Debra Winger), the typical ambitious, success-oriented woman who would rather punch her child in the face than ever admit to the slightest trace of responsibility for any wrongdoing on her behalf.

It's funny that I cannot recall having heard as much as a handful of women sincerely apologize for any mistake they made in my nearly 5 decades on the planet.
Men are usually the culprits, the idiots, who had better apologize.

At least it seems to be much more of a man's thing to do to apologize than it is for women, in my experience. It's somewhat hard to picture a woman in the act of "repenting."

Maybe I'm just biased due to experiences with a mother who has never been able to admit to any mistake or wrongdoing on her behalf, either.
Or a sister very much like Rachel, the bride in the movie... ever jealously fighting, scheming and manipulating for Dad's attention and affection, lest he should ever spare one drop of sympathy for the black sheep of the family...

People need a scapegoat. Someone to blame their troubles on. Someone they don't have to be as nice to as to all the others. Someone they won't have to applaud for after they dare to speak up and say their share in an embarrassing, way too honest wedding toast. Someone they can all heave a sigh of relief and be happy when they're gone again, safely tucked away where they belong, in some institution, clinic or prison where people "like that" are being dealt with.
Anything but let them get close to reminding the rest of them of their own share in the responsibility and that they're not completely blameless, either.
Perhaps even less so than the actual "culprit".

In the movie, it was definitely the mother who was more responsible for the death of her young son by leaving her in the charge of a daughter she knew was a drug addict, than the daughter herself.
Success people take whatever comes in convenient. Even an addict for a baby sitter. But they never deal with the consequences. Let the other ones be the culprit. They'd gladly sacrifice their own flesh and blood on the altar of success, as long as they can still flash that radiant smile of a "winner" into the mirror every morning.

"Self-Branding" or "Eternity's Jester"

Future generations will - for eons to come - have a face to associate the word fool with, from the time on that Malcom Muggeridge's prophecy will be fulfilled that the evolutionary paradigm (= less than a theory, since theories are based on things we can observe), will turn out to have been "one of the great jokes in the history books of the future" and a laughing stock for countless generations to come.

Latest by the time that Richard Dawkins, the epitome of the fulfillment of King David of old's outcry in the Psalms, "The fool hath said in his heart, 'There is no God!'," will stand stark naked before his Maker - as inevitably as his upcoming rendezvous with death - he will wish he would have gnawed off his own fingers instead of writing such God-forsaken tommy rot as he's spouting off in his atrocity of a book, "The God Delusion," which is probably the greatest incentive and inspiration to commit suicide ever concocted by a fool professing himself to be wise, with perhaps the sole exception of the slightly less pseudo-intellectual rantings of his soul mate Marilyn Manson.

Convicted of a greater evil than downright maliciousness, namely stupidity, the very sin which Dietrich Bonhoeffer exposed as the greater enemy of good in his letters from a Nazi prison shortly before his execution, ordered personally by another infamous sucker for Darwin's monkey business, Adolf Hitler; as incredible as it may sound, Dawkins will probably finally have run out of words then, desiring nothing more than to have eaten his former barrage of them.

"Silence is golden" will probably ring truer to him than any single other of the billions at that party, but then one of the definitions of the word fool in Eternity's dictionary must unmistakably be, "Someone in love with the sound of his own voice," (and - alas - there are many).

On a positive side, the citizens of Tomorrow will need something to laugh about, and having someone like Dawkins around then will provide ample occasion to do so, once his victims - those who actually swallowed his garbage - will have forgiven themselves for their audacity. Perhaps those a little less inclined to humor will pity him, as one would a formerly blind person who vehemently swore up and down that "there is no light" until his eyes were opened and he found himself face to face with a glaring sun, and hence breaking forth into bitter weeping.

As for me, I'll join the more light-hearted crowd and will beg him over a pint to tell it once more, the one about, "There is no God!"

Who Are the Anti-Semites?

In a world that's spiritually governed by the Father of Lies, it is dangerous to tell the truth. But somebody's going to have to do it anyway.

Most people are unaware of the origins of the word "anti-semitism" or "anti-semitic."

The three letters "sem" that give those words its meaning actually resemble the name of Shem, one of the three sons of Noah. Shem was the forefather of the Asian tribes, including Jews and Arabs, while Japheth and Ham, Noah's other two sons, became the forefathers of the European and African tribes.

To be anti-semitic, in the true sense of the word, thus means to be against the descendants of Shem, and to tend to discriminate against those of a slightly darker color of skin than Europeans.

It just so happens that descendants of a European tribe named the Khazars, who in the 8th century took on as their state religion a particular faith originally embraced by a notorious group of descendants of Shem, along with that group's alphabet, adapting it to their own language, have rigged things up for themselves in such a way that uttering anything against them can be labeled as "anti-semitic."

Reality's stranger than fiction, sometimes, but - wait - this isn't all!

That particular group of actual Japhethites (descendants of Japheth), along with maybe a handful of actual descendants of Shem who share the same faith that the Khazars adopted in the 700s, have taken over a country by terroristic acts that was actually inhabited by a peaceful group of descendants of Shem, howbeit of different faiths. Parts of that land which was taken away from them were officially granted them by the United Nations in 1967, but our smart group of pretenders-to-be-semites (or descendants of Shem) stubbornly get away with ignoring those UN-Resolutions.

They're the only ones, by the way, who have ever successfully been getting away with that, just to show you how smart they are.

In fact, they're so smart that they've managed to convince a large part of the Japhethites (descendants of Japheth) into believing that they are a very special people: the chosen people of the Creator of the world. Even though the Creator of the world has made it quite clear that only those who receive the blood sacrifice of His Son are actually rightful heirs of that title, and all others are liars.

And so the Japhethites, who claim to believe in the Creator's Son, but act as if they don't, actually send the descendants of the Khazars billions of dollars every year in order for them to buy weapons with which they kill and torture the original inhabitants of the country they have taken over by force.

By doing so, and by standing by and applauding every time the occupants kill another bunch of the true descendants of Shem who originally inhabited that country, they defy everything the Creator's Son ever said about His followers being supposed to love their enemies.

The paradox thing about this story is, that it's actually true, and you can momentarily watch another sad episode of it unfolding every time you turn on the news.

The good news about it all is that the Son of the Creator has promised that He would eventually bring all these atrocities and crimes and the deceit to an end, and that He would make those who say they are Semites, but are not, and are lying about it, fall on their knees before those who truly believe in Him, the true chosen people of God.

The Father of Lies will be locked up then, and his children and followers will be told to shut up for a while and give peace a chance.

"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God."

So, am I being anti-semitic now, just because I say that those who claim to be descendants of Shem should stop killing the women and children of those who truly are descendants of Shem? Not in my opinion.

They can even keep on believing they're God's chosen people, if they want to, just like any other bunch of Hottentots should have the same right to believe that they are, as long as they don't consider that an excuse to kill everybody else.

All I'm saying is that they should keep laws and UN-Resolutions like all the rest of the world is supposed to, and that they should start behaving like human beings, and start learning something from the lessons history teaches us about the bad guys, instead of imitating them.

Hogsh*t Junkies

Certain brands of people have sometimes been compared to certain types of animals. It's in the Bible: Jesus called King Herod a fox, the Scribes and Pharisees a bunch of vipers, and according to Him, St. Peter, the Beatles and Pink Floyd, well, some people are comparable to pigs. Maybe it's their Chinese star sign, or the way they eat, or both, or simply the way they come across, but the one thing that identifies them for what they are is that where other types of people produce actual meaningful words, they incessantly produce hogsh*t. It may not come out of their rear end, but if gives off the same type of "smell," extremely unpleasant to the listener, or rather, the victim.

You see, this brand of people do not only talk incessantly without ever saying anything, but they're also addicted to the produce of the void inside their own heads, and like any other junkie, druggie or pusher, they won't rest until the rest of the world is either also addicted to their "stuff," or driven into suicide.

They're so in love with the sound of their own voice that they think they're doing mankind the greatest possible favor by simply opening their mouths and letting it all hang out with heroic (or sheer insane) disregard for any consequences.

Of course, we're supposed to love'em, just like all our other fellowmen and -animals, but this is turning out to be the supreme challenge. Because loving someone also includes telling them the truth about themselves, and this is where you'll run into trouble with Hogsh*t Junkies. As soon as you dare to insinuate even the slightest possible criticism or even dare to suggest that perhaps there might be a remote possibility of a need for improvement in any area or aspect of their personality, the hogsh*t junkie will run squealing to the next best person who they know can turn your life into hell for any given length of time, and they will tattle on you and make you regret ever having opened your mouth.

You see, and this is the one vital lesson I humbly would like to convey to you as my gift to you and a light on your path through this year of 2009:

Hogsh*t Junkies are allergic to the truth.

"Well, so is everybody..." you'll say.

Maybe you're right.

And probably even more so by the end of this year, as they are taking over the world, not resting until they have made hogsh*t junkies like themselves out of each and every one of us.

Or driven us to an early grave.

Will there be any resistance?

I doubt it.

But if you should find out anything, give me a call. You may just save my life or prevent me from morphing into one of them (if I haven't done so already).

"What's Dad doin' for Christmas?" - "Killin' Hottentots & Filming It!"

Dude seemed to be a nice guy. Always doing what needed to be done, and when the kids got hungry, he’d say, “C’mon, get in the car!” & take’em to McDonalds. He didn’t seem to confirm my picture of the average American warmonger & professional killer that I had in mind, and I figured, well, he must be one of the rare exceptions.

You know, the kind of guy that will heap tons of the latest gimmicks & tech toys on kids for Christmas. After all, what are credit cards for anyway?

Well, it turns out that the economy may not remain invulnerable forever, after all.

And it also turns out that some lonely folks are saying that it doesn’t matter whether you call yourself a Christian and go to church, or not, if you kill innocent people, God will hold you personally responsible for your actions anyway - Christian or not, and the excuse that you were just following orders will sound just as lame as it did in Germany 60-some years ago.

Turns out you can’t stay in the business of legally killing people and stay a nice guy forever.

Last I heard, Dude got himself a special night-vision combat camera, attachable to his helmet so he can film his “action.” Apparently he wants to let his progeny know what he’s been up to, should he perhaps not return from one of his missions.

Dude voted for McCain, since - although being no Caucasian, either, it bothers him to have to salute to a black President.

Oh, and Dude doesn’t like the wrong kind of ragware on kids, either. Where he is stationed right now, he says, they have to fire at anything suspicious, no matter how young, so, better make sure your kids are clad in appropriate red, white & blue fashion next time he’s in town. You wouldn’t want anything to awaken that killer instinct in him, even if it’s for a “just cause”…

Of course, we all know from the famous Abu-Ghraib gang rapist on Youtube of the 15 year old Iraqi girl that subsequently committed suicide, that a rag on the head is the proof of guilt, so you can’t blame anyone for shooting anything that moves, right?

Why I’m not scared Dude’s gonna come kill me for writing nasty blogs about him? Because as long as they’re making killing machines out of once nice & decent folks, I don’t consider life worth hanging on to with tooth & nail anyway.

Seems to me as if a lot more is wrong with America than its economy, and with the rest of the world, for just looking on like a bunch of idiots.

By the way, if you were thinking Dude might be some isolated case, just type in “combat camera” in Google Pics or Youtube & you’ll come across more results than for “Santa Claus.”

The Rambo generation is all grow’d up now, and they don’t need no frickin’ Hollywood to become stars & little Rambos all by themselves. Who needs internet porn when you can watch yourself kill an Arab?

The 10.000.000$ Shoes

You can say what you will against Arabs and Muslims, but one thing sure makes them stick out from most Westerners and so-called Christians I've seen in my 40-some years on the planet: their courage.

While you can count on the fingers of one hand the people in the so-called "civilized" world who have the guts to risk anything in order to speak out against a President that has wrecked their country, killed tens of thousands of innocents, took away a substantial part of their freedom and put a mark on Christianity that the world won't forget as easily as the crusades, here's a guy who went down in history in a day, upping the value of his footwork by 9.999.950 bucks by flinging them at the very man whose boots the vast majority have licked for too long, risking a 7 year prison term for doing something most of us wish we'd had the guts to do.

The Problem With Political Correctness

One of the main reasons why it's virtually impossible to be both a genuine Christian and at the same time politically correct is the fact that the notion has taken over modern minds that there is no such thing as truth, but that truth is merely a matter of personal views. Any worldview veering from that law of political correctness will automatically land you in weirdo-nirvana.

The problem with political correctness, is... it sucks.

What it really is, is a new, unwritten law: "Thou shalt be thine own, self-fabricated god," or, "Thou shalt concoct thine own philosophy, no matter how pitiful and screwed up, and call it 'truth'! (Don't worry, nobody's going to give you hell about it, or we're gonna give them hell!)"

It's the dictatorship of every Tom, Dick and Harry over any other Tom, Dick and Harry that should have the bad karma to cross their path.

An old friend once said: "Opinions are like assholes: everybody's got one."

The refusal to accept any certain and definite credo as the truth is simply the self-issued license for every individual to create their own. Perhaps that's precisely what Satan meant by "Ye shall be as gods."

When it comes to being a genuine Christian, you start having problems with that, because unless Jesus really was Who He said He was, and what He was, and if He really, honest to God wasn't any of those things, then all He would have been was a weirdo. That's why Christians can't just say, "Oh, well, yeah, I know, of course, you're right everybody: there isn't really any such thing as truth... it's just that I personally believe in Jesus, and I mean, hey, I could be mistaken, and your trip could be just as much the truth as mine..., after all, who knows, right?"

What kind of a faith would that be?

That's why, eventually, Christendom is going to have to part from the rest of the flock (or should I say, herd) of the global community that chooses to adhere to the Gospel of political correctness. It is either going to be swallowed up by it (which probably the majority of lukewarn, half-hearted bench-warmers are going to do) or rebel against it ferociously, even if it means being labeled lunatics, fanatics, extremists, and possibly even terrorists, which will give the wonderful politically correct New World Order its final excuse to create a new generation of martyrs.

I admit, any stinking lie is a lot more comfortable to live with. After all, have we all been brainwashed with Freddy Mercury's "Bohemian Rhapsody" ("I don't wanna die..."), or haven't we? The thing is, each one of us is inevitably going to die, eventually, whether we want to believe that or not, and that's some undeniable truth for you, and not just a matter of opinion.

Of course, the main issue about "what is truth" is not so much the fact that we're going to die, but what happens afterwards. I guess we'll all know more then, and see who was right, and whether there was any such thing as "right," after all, or not. As far as this life is concerned, it's already clearly stated in the Bible that if we only hope in Christ regarding this life alone, then we're of all people the most miserable. In other words, if Jesus was just some nice dude or philosopher that it's supposed to be hip to follow, then we're really screwed, and of all people the greatest fools. About 95% of everything He ever said can be discarded then (which is just about what the average so-called Christian does).

Take, for example, His often quoted statement, “the truth shall make you free.” What truth? You mean the truth everybody concocts for himself in their own head, consisting of thousands of shreds of pet doctrines and personal preferences, some artificially, haphazardly slapped together dogma, one in 7 billion? And free from what? Free to do and say and think whatever I please, alright (regardless of whether it’s truth or right or not), which is the kind of freedom a significant portion of the world population has been enjoying for the past few decades, although, thanks to some cleverly concocted “truths” (or not), that freedom seems to be slowly (or not) fading away …

If, on the other hand, Jesus is indeed what He claimed of Himself, “the way, the truth and the life,” and the only way to God (John 14:6), and His Words are truth, and He’s not only one of a gazillion other little gods creating some sort of inter-galactic traffic jam in heaven, but really the Dude, then He and those Words must have that power He claimed, namely to set us free from a crueler task master than the whips of Rome: our own sinful selfishness. That same insane egotism that gives us the audacity to claim that whatever little fabrication our brains come up with is “the truth,” (just like any other)…

Only the Father of lies could have cooked up such a brilliant master plan, to have 7 billion idiots kidding themselves, running around, and each proclaiming their own little “truth.” Why? “Because there is no truth,” or “Truth is merely a matter of personal opinion.” Well, you’ve heard my old friend’s take on opinions.

So, basically, the question is, what do you want? The truth, or just be one more asshole with an opinion?