05 November, 2006

04 November, 2006

Sermon from the Gutter

In consultation with leading evangelicals and experts familiar with the type of behavior Pastor Haggard has demonstrated, we have decided that the most positive and productive direction for our church is his dismissal and removal. In addition, the Overseers will continue to explore the depth of Pastor Haggard's offense so that a plan of healing and restoration can begin.

Well certainly (former) Pastor Haggard is a drug addict and probably a sex addict (which is a simple way to put "self loathing homosexual," since the only way you can act out a sexual "need" that is directly in conflict with your stated raison d'etre necessarily excludes a healthy relationship). And certainly I can see how this would be a firing offense.

However, that being said, the whole sad affair belies that elephant in the room of modern anti-Enlightenment "Christian" Evangelism - the lack of hope, redemption and forgiveness. WWJD? Well, I don't know about Journey, but if I have only the apocryphal word of King James, his handlers and his ideological progeny to go on, it seems to be there's too much Abraham and not enough Sermon On The Mount.

Of course, who cares what a bunch of people who believe in invisible man in the sky have to say about anything? I guess it wouldn't be so bad if they hadn't duped otherwise intelligent apes into putting them into power.

But that's enough for now. I have to smoke some glass and suck a few cocks.

25 September, 2006

no te gusta marijuana

last night, out of sheer boredom, i decided to see what would happen if i ate a pot cookie.

i dont normally ingest the pot, because it gives me panic attacks, but i figured, well, what could go wrong? i was really hung over from last night and in a pissy mood.

needless to say, we wont be doing the experiment again anytime soon. i thought i was going to die. i couldn't even bring myself to watch tv.

raging panic attack!

the wire had their first day of school, and let me tell you, it brought back vivid flashbacks of being in school. vivid, terrifying flashbacks.

so i hid under the covers. then i thought i was having a heart attack, or that my internal organs were rupturing, or that my fingers were going numb. after a while, and after i forced myself to go to the bathroom and splash my face with cold water, the panic moved on to lighter fare, like i had left a cigarette butt burning in ash can outside and the roof of the attached garage was on fire, or that i left the stove open, the back door open and the cat got out, and that spiders were laying eggs in the clothes i left downstairs in the garage.

i slept real good after i came down though.

so, pot, i no like you!

01 September, 2006