Violence in the Name of Religion is Hypcrisy

Another root of violence is alienation. When a minority has an opposing view to the majority, that minority may become marginalised and alienated from the masses.

This has happened in nations previously colonised by the former British, Belgian, French, German, etc empires.

Yet another kind of violence is when a people are placed in prison camps during wartime.

In our enlightened times, even in the post-911 21st Century, prison camps will be used only as a last resort.

Instead, home-grown terrorists with no ties to al-Qaeda are fervently Muslim but wholly radical, and so willing to turn to violence for purely ideological reasons.

Yet most people in the West who mistrust the Muslim immigrants are totally ignorant of the Koran, and a few of them even choose to slander Mohammed and Islam itself, while calling themselves "God-fearing Christians".

What utter religious hypocrisy!

Even Theravada Buddhism fell into this religious hypocrisy by endorsing Buddhism as state religion and Sinhalese as state language. This political act in the mid-20th Century led to assassination of the first head of state of Sri Lanka, and later to the radicalization of Hindu militants called the Tamil Tigers.

IMHO violence in the name of God or even the Buddha is religious hypocrisy at its worst. For there is no peace of mind behind any intent to harm others in the name of religion.

No One is Unloved (Poem)

No one is unloved.
One can live without
being loved by another,
for even those people
who feel unloved
must love themselves,
while unaware of that love.
For if one were
truly unloved,
how could one endure
that life for long?
Therefore no one is
unloved at all.

A Week of Inhibition: No Open Season on My Personal Life

During the week I spent not taking a picture with my camera, worrying needlessly about finances, I just felt totally inhibited all that time.

Right now, it's hard to do the things I want to do well. Most likely, it is because the 6 hours of sleep last night.

When inhibited, my personal feelings get muddled. I am not healthily in touch with them. Yet by writing about them, I am demonstrating control over them, perhaps too much control.

As well, much of today's entry is about feelings which are in flux. Nothing I write about are about something permanent and fixed in time.

Of course, today's entry is also lacking in detail about my life in general. It's not supposed to be a detailed analysis of my life.

For I am guarded about my personal life because it would be shameless of me to describe in detail why I am craving privacy now. It is because I've decided to handle my personal finances without going into details.

Returning to photography, as mentioned in the beginning of today's blog entry, I've taken three pictures, and stopped because the rain ruined a couple shots.

And even though the rain hasn't stopped me before, I feel that taking a lot of shots isn't going to make them less blurry and rain-streaked.

So, when looking at my personal life, it can be seen as out of focus because of inhibition.

For when going into detail about my life, that's similar to a clear picture on a sunny day taken with a camera. So, my life appears out of focus because inhibition blurs whatever clear picture I may make of it.

Yet the mistakes I've made today are too few when compared to the things I've accomplished such as managing my money, and taking care of errands, which are personal and private.

I loathe doing this fearless inventory of myself - it makes me realize that my feelings do not reflect an accurate picture of who I am. Even though it is most definitely a delusion, I feel less complete as a person, like something is missing.

I feel less happy, because my feelings tell me that all those many photographs I took were done to not closely examine myself without fear.

So perhaps by now examining myself, yet not detailing those feelings and emotions, and correctly assigning them, I am trying to maintain a balance between feelings and reason.

I'm Just F---in' Smart! (poem)

This poem is dedicated to Hayley Hasselhoff, who is gonna exploit her 15-year old body through a modelling agency, because her brain does not have any talents worth beans, having mistaken her dad's bad reaction to antabuse when mixed with another drug, causing him to look, talk and act like a drunktard.
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I dunno. i really dunno.
I dunno. i really dunno.

I've not bin priv'leged
2 know Hayley, but
if u aint a genius,
den u have a backup plan
in loo ov dat university daygri
u aint gonna go for.

I dunno. i really dunno.

Dat's da path I chose!
'Cept I also nixed
da degree path
cos all dat be good 4
is putting fries on
to soak up the fat.

I dunno. i really dunno.

But all'n'all,
I'm fyne wif my path,
& claim ownershit onit,
certa'nly not laik all
the real l'users out dere,
no names mention, of course!

I dunno. i really dunno.
I dunno. i really dunno.

(voice over)
Ah dohn't fawkin' 'no',
honestly, mahn! Ah don'!
Ah'm not uh blabbermahf!
Ah'm jus' fawkin' smaht.

Lyrics: Fuck You (Very Much) by Lily Allen

Songwriters: Allen, Lily Rose; Kurstin, Gregory;

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor

So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you

You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you


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NWSF: My background

You'd need to see the source for the HTML code displaying this picture and make your own html file replacing width and height values with the display resolution of your monitor which is usually width=1024 and height=768 to view this image correctly.

I am not changing the small size because at this resolution, it may not violate blogger's policy.

Gang Members as The Real Domestic Terrorists

In Canada, raising & training a militia is a seditious act and could subject participants to life.

So aren't crime gangs militias? And, why isn't the government cracking down on these domestic terrorists? Could it be they are in cahoots against social activists?

I BELIEVE SO!

la chienne Nikita

What kind of sick person steals a baby only to smash its head against the pavement?

What kind of government is it that kidnaps a Native girl from her reserve and sends her to rehab in Winnipeg for being a drunktard & drug addict due to the fact that the Northern Manitoba reserve is in the middle of the sticks and is still on federal dole? Why do they allow liquor sales on that reserve? And, why do they let drugs get into that reserve?

could it be that poverty breeds alcoholism and drug use to relieve boredom that poverty causes?

I BELIEVE SO!

And what kind of guy brings a girl with a court order on her to a private house party? Is he another kid kidnapped from da North for bein' a drunktard & drug addict in his crib?

I T'INK SO!

References:

http://www.dreamindemon.com/2009/09/03/nikita-eaglestick-bashed-the-babys-face-in/

Say Yes to CBD and THC (and NO to high-THC Strains)

I am a firm believer that, while stoned, I - like Fitz Hugh Ludlow - understands more fully “the soul’s capacity for a broader being, deeper insight, grander views of Beauty, Truth and Good" than I now gain through the chinks of my cell i.e. the six senses... of sight, hearing, touch, smelling, tasting and thought (mind).

Indeed, I believe that at the same time, I am rendered delusional by THC, and hallucinate that I am more creative while "high" on the cannaboids precisely because of the high THC levels in marijuana.

What I am then suggesting is, that is the CBD which is the creative muse, NOT THC!

Proof of this is that nobody who's rendered anxious and near-psychotic while under the influence THC is truly creative.

For it is the sedative powers of CBD which cures us of THC's ability to incapacitate us with hallucinations.

If we did not have the Zen-like qualities of CBD to stabilize the pseudo-schizophrenic reaction to THC, our minds would be blown like a series of acid trips, evolving from benign to bad.

As well, we'd be too incapacitated by anxiety and hypomania flashbacks to actually create.

And all it takes is one (1) deep puff of the ganja to begin this rocky road to abuse.

Even so, I am not saying marijuana is bad for you; what I am saying is that I am calling THC a one-way ticket to Hell.

For it is CBD which will bring you back from your own self-created Hell.

Finally I will urge that we ban high-THC marijuana and grow only strains which have equal parts of CBD and THC, for the good of us all.