Amendment to my previous post:
http://www.churchangel.com/WEBAR/blytheville.htmhttp://ar.allpages.com/blytheville/community-services/religious-organizations/t.htmlThere is no "True Christian Church of Christ" in Blytheville, AK.  They hada picture of a church they claimed was theirs, but whatever & wherever itis, it's not theirs.Sorry, Peep.  It's still a good rant.

GARRRRRRR!!!!!!!

 
Well, I'm glad that the site was a really well done parody site, and not actually someone THAT retarded....

All the same, YAGHHHHHHHHH!!!

 

Wow, people are incredible stupid, and often hateful  sometimes.

(Mike, this is partially your fault for sending me all those ridiculous links. ;)  )

There's nothing that turns my stomach or makes me want to move to a remote PLANET void of people than some of the weird stuff that gets passed off as a religion or form of spirituality.
Somebody else on blogspot has a very interesting Unusual Churches blog....which has no particular bias as to the insanity. Visiting some of the sites however, makes me wish that God is sharpening his lightning bolt for some people, cuz whether i judge them or not, they relaly seem to deserve a good jolt in the head.

Now, there's actually some sites that on there, that although they can still be deemed as a "cult", have somthing decent to say. So before I tyrade on about one site that particularly perturbs me, let's discuss The Church of Buddy Christ.

Well, Let's face it, no one should be really be basing a church around a movie prop, even if the movie was making some points here and there (cuz, well, that's just a little off). But, I must say that there are many statements made in the Personal Creed by Bishop Pat Buckley that make sense and are things that I actually believe already. There's nothing hateful here that I can find, and that's something that in this day and age is in short supply.

Nonethless, I am not going to run out and join this church because, really...I don't believe you NEED a specific PLACE to go to, unless it does help you attune better.
Plus, in the case of this website...it would just be...weird. Message good, cult bad.

Now, for the opposite end.

You know how there's these self righteous Christians who say we're all going to hell because we dance, wear clothes, breathe air, and aren't in their direct gene pool? The kind who give Christianity a bad name? Yes...THEM.

Well, here's a great example of that kind of "Christian", and a wonderful reason to not stop anywhere in Arkansas on the way to new Orleans.

Take the "True Christian Church of Christ".
That's like calling it "Friendly Auto Service" and then staffing it with some wrench wielding assholes who deliberately inconvenience you and cost you more money.

The site - and it's so over the top that it's hard to figure out of this thing is real at first - is SO hateful, and is exactly the reason why I have such trouble with humanity these days. The word militant comes to mind, and we're not talking Islam. We're talking about a guy who believes that everyone but a select few, including his family and some other people he likes, are goin to heaven. Everyone else, fuck you. You're some form of satan.

It's like a train wreck. it's horrible and mangled, but you want to see just how bad bad can be.
And it's really, really bad.

Apparently, the bible is to be interpreted word for word in context because any other interpretation is blasphemy and you're going to hell.

Well, apparently this guy has forgotten that the word of God was written by MEN, who are falliable, and it was also written by MEN who lived at least a THOUSAND YEARS AGO. The world is bigger than a nation of jewish shepherds, and let's face it, there are certain portions that do not apply to our civilization as it now exists.

(this dovetails nicely into a previous discussion with Mike about Islamic miltants taking the Koran word for word to justify their actions. Again, outdated, and a bad idea)

This guy also thinks that God, is not love (bible quotes), that we have no free will (bible quotes), the earth is flat (bible quotes), women are unclean (blah blah blah) and never mind about loving your neighbor, because if they're not "Christian", they're a demon.

And when asked "Is this church a cult?" he gives the dictionary definition, and follows up by saying that Christianity is a cult, because it is a religion. Never mind that he's thinking that HIS church IS Christianity....

Oh! and did I mention there's a gift shop???? Why don't all church sites have a SHOPPING link??!! Of course! Nothing says church like a $94 white T shirt (breastplate of righteousness) with tiny pictures on the front and GOD on the back. or how about $50 for a journal that you could make yourself at KINKO's?

Oh, and here's a quote from the page....once again, so over the top that I'm having trouble trying to believe this thing is real: (put down the drink, it's going to come out your nose)
"We offer some of the lowest price Christian goods. All the money received for each item is given to True Christian charities like Bush/Cheney 2004 to our very own Church, True Christian Church of Christ. As Christians, we do our best to keep prices low and not have any hidden costs. To ensure this, we give our gardeners Mondays at 4:00 PM off work to watch their cock fights."

I'm not fucking kidding.

Among SATANIC links (which are presented, but you are told not to actually go, are democratic.org, and naacp.org.Under Christian links, we have lovable Jerry Fallwell, godhatesfags, ...and Fox news.

From the about them section:
A while back this site was removed off the internet since it was reported to being too "hateful". I never knew that in a great country like America that censorship was okay. There are many people who are against what we do here, and will do whatever they can to stop us. We are preachers of the gospel which many Liberals like to point us out to being "hateful".

Well, sir, that's because you ARE.
I didn't know that in a great country like America, bigoted pre civil war values, tunnel vision, ignorance and hate was ok either, but apparently it is.

I could go on about this guy, but I'd need some pepto.
I'm tyrading because this is just one of those people that you don't want to believe exists - yet the parodies are based on something.

The guy can't even defend himself past a high school level of NYAH NYAH, you're wrong. you're going to hell.

It's unbelievable the level of hate that even one person can generate, and that even the really sick ones still find followers. I cannot comprehend how a person believes such utter trash....

But all I can say is....Jesus still loves him. Which is fine because it takes the pressure off me having too. Argh.

Might I add that one of the graphics on a banner you can put on your website has a noose???!
God loves his children, especially when they are dangling from trees.

stab in head...stab in head...

That's enough. My eyes are swollen from the site of so much stupidity. If you want to see hatred in action, go here:http://www.truechristian.com/

And if you need to cleanse your palate after that, visit the other weirdness here: http://unusualchurches.blogspot.com/

 

I'm not much for TV, and after an evening of vague stomach flu being parked in front of VH1, I now only know that I'm still really not much for TV and I really don't ever want to be famous.
 
So, I'm lacking in sleep but not tired enough to sleep yet, and I'm watching crap like Celebrity Beefs and Celebrity Cat fights or whatever. This was a way to quickly discover that I am not celebrity obsessed and that I find Hollywood fucking annoying.
 
Being the constant (more or less) outcast in cliquey groups such as Goths and theatre people (specifically actors), I sit on the fringe and thank god that I am not as infantile and pretentious as the majority of them. Since power, money, excessive trappings and pictures of myself are not a turn on, I'd make a very bad celebrity/person in public eye/in any position of power.
 
It gets sickening after a while, watching all these ridiculous pre/post teen pop divas posing, primping, sicking their personal lackeys on their rivals, having catfights because they have so much money and no better way to spend their time. Boo fucking hoo. Oh, yeah, and did I forget to mention how often they fight over rather unattractive celebrity guys? Gah. Take Justin Timberlake and Aaron what's his face. You can have them. Girlie Men.
 
God, I wish I had tons of money to blow on hoochie clothes to impress the talentless corporately funded Ken (tm) doll of my choice, only to drop him for some other rugged prepubescent looking hunk of meat who's already involved with someone else. Why just sleep around and spend cash when you can be a trampy homewrecker to boot?
 
It's amazing just how much common sense and self respect defenestrates itself in the face of a Hollywood camera.
 
I wouldn't want people pasting my airbrushed overly made up picture over their beds or making TV shows about my pet peeves and favorite foods. That's called "stalking" for those of us NON famous people, and it's just creepy.
 
But no, in Hollywood it's all about ME. Me, me me. Look at MEEEEE I'm built like an anorexic giraffe but nevermind, I'm wearing Prada. Oh, and did I mention that I'm also a bad ass because I wear vinyl and smeary eyeliner? Of course I have a 160 IQ, haven't you read my deep and meaningful songs lyrics? Baby?
 
I'm sorry, but putting on a plastic smile for a million cameras and going on drinking binges because you are stupidly rich/famous and have to put on a plastic smile for a million cameras doesn't look like fun to me.
 
I like to go to the grocery store and just buy some celery without mishap. Or ride the bus....well, I really don't like riding the bus, but I can at least do it without a picture of me sitting next to some one armed smelly guy with three nipples winding up on the cover of some trashy check out aisle magazine.
 
And that's where you really end up if you are famous, in the checkout aisle. Plastered onto Cosmo right below their announcement that they've just found 795 NEW sex secrets that have NEVER been done before.
 
I still hear people say on and off when they ask me about what I'm going to do after school (and tell them I'm staying in chicago) that everything is going on in New York and LA.
 
That's PRECISELY WHY I'm staying here. Why would I want to have to schmooze with a bunch of shallow, plastic money hungry bastards in order to make art? That's not how art happens. Look at Brittney for god's sake. It's more like how shit happens.
 
I don't have a dream of being a famous broadway anything or any desire to rub elbows with famous directors in LA. Leave my elbows alone. I just want a coconut popsicle in the privacy of my own apartment. Keep your celebrity bullshit over on the coasts. Being famous ( and apparently being around the famous) is fatiguing, annoying, boring, and more trouble than it's worth.
 
Just ask Harry Potter.
 
Your personal freedom is gone, your image is constantly being scrutinized, reshaped and mangled by people who aren't even YOU, you need to consort with LAWYERS (ack) and monkeys in suits, you can't say what you want without some other public figure picking a fight - or some corporation picking a fight, and worst of all you have to deal with scads of Ego driven maniacs who want to not just compete with you, but run you over with their monster truck of a persona.
 
If that ever happens to me, just put a toaster in my bathtub.
 
As an elusive artist who can't take this kind of drivel, I will likely never have to face the awful hardships of being a media strumpet. I won't be making any sex tapes, dangling my guinea pigs out the porch windows, buying rights to music that I didn't make, taking off my clothes unless I'm headed to the bathtub, or dancing around like a moose in heat all greased up with butter flavor spray in a slutty pop video.
 
The incessant worship of these ridiculous people, however, is like rubbing bacon in a gaping wound. Why do people even care? Apparently, as much as the stars have nothing better to do than be watched, the american public has nothing better to do than watch them.
 
It's no better than high school behavior, and although I still regress to the age or crayons and sandboxes with ease, I'm proud to say I graduated high school, and left it right where it belonged.