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May 12

Why We Fight

A video showing a teenage girl being flogged by Taliban fighters has emerged from the Swat Valley in Pakistan, offering a shocking glimpse of militant brutality in the once-peaceful district, and a sign of Taliban influence spreading deeper into the country.

The two-minute video, shot using a mobile phone, shows a burka-clad woman face down on the ground. Two men hold her arms and feet while a third, a black-turbaned fighter with a flowing beard, whips her repeatedly.

"Please stop it," she begs, alternately whimpering or screaming in pain with each blow to the backside. "Either kill me or stop it now."

After 34 lashes the punishment stops and the wailing woman is led into a stone building, trailed by a Kalashnikov-carrying militant.

Reached by phone, Taliban spokesman Muslim Khan claimed responsibility for the flogging. "She came out of her house with another guy who was not her husband, so we must punish her. There are boundaries you cannot cross," he said. He defended the Taliban's right to thrash women shoppers who were inappropriately dressed, saying it was permitted under Islamic law.

Minallah and other sources said the girl was punished on suspicion of having had an illicit relationship with a married man. She did not receive a trial. "The whole case is based on the suspicions of one neighbour," said Minallah.

The woman's brother is among the men pinning her down, she added. "It's symbolic that he does it with his own hands. It gives him honour in local society, that he has done it for the sake of religion."

The Swat Valley is controlled by Maulana Fazlullah, a charismatic preacher who initially gained popularity through radio broadcasts, then seized control through gun battles, suicide attacks and intimidation of the local population.

Since the peace deal, women have been beaten for shopping unaccompanied in Mingora's main market and dozens of girls' schools remain closed, many of them bombed.

Fazlullah has sworn loyalty to Baitullah Mehsud, the overall Taliban leader from South Waziristan who claimed responsibility for last Monday's eight-hour assault on a police centre in Lahore and has vowed to mount attacks in Washington.

The effective surrender of government authority in Swat has caused great alarm across Pakistan and among western allies.Minallah said she feared Talibanisation would spread across Pakistan. "I have distributed this video because I feel people are in denial. They don't want to believe what is happening."

Full text: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/02/taliban-pakistan-justice-women-flogging

 

Many people, soldiers included, disagree with the original impetus of the wars in both Iraq and Afghanistan. But it is for reasons such as these that the war in Afghanistan has taken a new course supported even by new governments in a number of contributing nations (America, the UK, Australia, among others). This is not the perpetuation of Bush’s war-mongering. This is a struggle to establish a stable government and prevent human rights abuses in a country which has for decades been rife with civil war. It is simply unfortunate that the new government chooses to enact laws which allow men to rape their wives. But as the above article shows, allowing the Taliban to control Afghanistan will be far from an improvement. This is not the middle ages. Public corporal punishment without trial should not be condoned. Pakistan needs to realise that these actions will not be tolerated, and permitting the Taliban to institute this kind of rule within districts of their nation won’t simply be accepted by the rest of the world. At least in Afghanistan the new laws are on paper and will follow particular proceedings, and as a stable democratic government the rest of the world can express their disapproval and try and discuss issues. The Taliban have no interest in political discourse unless it involves our surrender.

We have an obligation to protect human rights. This is not true Muslim law. This is distorted extremist ideology. If a woman submits to it, that may be her decision. But it should not be imposed on any person against their will. This is why we fight.

February 17

10 Things a Guy Needs To Know How To Do

So I was bored. Incredibly bored. So bored, I started writing a list. This was inspired by something I saw in a magazine a few days back, which was something along the lines of "50 Essential Skills". Unfortunately, men and women have different essential skills - a man doesn't need to know how to scrub a toilet properly, for example. Nor does a woman need to know how to barbeque properly, as no female shall ever touch the grill. It is forbidden. So I figured I'd make my own male-centric list, and far shorter since I have neither the creativity nor the attention span to take it to full length. And without further ado, let us begin!


10. Barbeque
A man must be master of his abode, ruler of his territory, king of his castle - and as the barbeque is most definitely a part of his castle he must know how to use it. If you can't barbeque a steak and sausages - learn immediately. Throwing the occasional barbeque is a part of life - a very frequent part if you're an Aussie like myself - and if you can't manage the basics, your testicles can probably be found frying up next to the onion.

9. Mix Drinks, and Drink Drinks
You should know how to mix some basic drinks. Nobody's asking you for a Boston Tea Party, but all the really commonly named drinks should be able to be pulled together without too much trouble. But in addition to being able to mix a drink, you should also be able to drink one! And I'm clearly talking about one which isn't pink, purple, lime green or some other fruity colourful shit. Find yourself a poison, and learn to love it. A glass of alcohol a night won't kill you, and nobody's even asking you for that. But every man needs a drink to fall back on. Water just doesn't cut it.

8. Perform First Aid
The kind which involves bandages, and the kind which involves duct tape and a firm "harden the fuck up". As long as you can improve the situation, you've achieved your mission. 'Nuff said.

7. Produce A Male Child
At least for the firstborn. It will save a lot of trouble in the long run.

6. Drive
There are four main things every guy should know in regards to his car and driving. You need to be able to change a tire, jump-start a vehicle, recover from a skid, and drive stick. You never know when you might not have a choice but to drive a manual car (I hear it's fairly common for rentals in Europe to be manual), and if you can't do it you're gonna look like a fool. Just like you will any time you have to call someone to fix a flat, or if an attractive (female) neighbour asks for help jump-starting her car and you give her a blank look. Avoid the foolishness; know all of it. And of course, the basics of recovering from a skid. Whether you've hit a patch of oil or had to dodge to avoid some dumb woman who can't drive: once you start losing traction you need to know how to get out safe. Understeer, oversteer, FWD and RWD will all change what you need to do - know all of it.

5. Fight
The main thing is avoiding hitting like a girl. I don't care if every fight you ever get in you get the shit kicked out of you, as long as you know how to throw a proper punch and don't do something stupid. Keep your fists up, hit like a man, and don't run away every time they advance towards you. If you can learn how to break a few bones or throw another guy over your shoulder, that couldn't hurt either. You want a tip though? Aim for the chin. You try to hit someone in the head and chances are you're gonna break your hand. The two main sweet spots are the temple and the chin. But your best bet is going to be the chin - easier target, and if you miss you'll either miss everything, break the nose, or end up somewhere near the temple anyway. If you miss the temple, you've basically got miss, or hard stuff everywhere. Statistically, the chin has less chance of you breaking your hand and looking like a dickhead.

4. Pretend
The art of pretending to be listening when you're not. Master the art of white noise, zoning out without glazing over, making eye contact without focussing your eyes at all, and giving the occasional generic verbal cue to keep the discussion going with none the wiser. It all comes down to practice. (Warning: Never use on your mother who will almost always outsmart you, or during "important" discussions with your girlfriend who may quiz you on it later. But nobody's stopping you from saving your brains from the rest of the garbage that comes out of her mouth. Everybody loses if you turn into a dribbling idiot.) You might also want to practice the art of pretending to know what you're talking about. Remember that men know pretty much everything about almost everything - never let anybody see that you don't.


3. Give A Speech
There will most likely come a time in your life when you have to give a eulogy, best man speech, or something else along the same lines. There are probably a hundred pieces of advice out there somewhere for this, but I think at the end of the day this is something that is too personal for generic tips. Just don't fuck it up. You'll only ever get one shot.

2. Negotiate
Whether you're bargaining another $50 off that used car or trying to stop nuclear war from breaking out, the art of negotiation is essentially the same in all cases. I doubt the latter is going to happen, but bargaining is part of a man's life and you should know how to do it. Also, negotiation skills may be the only thing that can save you when your relationship hits that fantastic monthly event which all men in their right minds fear. And when negotiations break down, as they inevitably will, you always have that drink I mentioned earlier to fall back on. But negotiate for as long as you can, because being drunk the whole time isn't going to help.

1. Take Risks
Unfortunately, the #1 thing you must know how to do, the ultimate skill you must have, is quite abstract. But you must have seen that coming, surely? Ah well. The fact is, taking risks is what being a man is all about. Half these skills require taking risks already. Zoning out when your girlfriend is talking to you? Attempting to stem blood flow with duct tape? Negotiating with a woman during her period, for christ's sake? Taking chances is what it's all about - and half the time it will end up shot to hell. But the other half of the time it will have paid off, and was worth it. In the words of Leo Buscaglia, "The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live."

December 24

Religion (it's bullshit)

George Carlin says it best.

  
November 27

OceanLab - Miracle

It's been a long time since I've actually posted anything of my own. But it seems that music can actually mean something far more often than we typically realise. If you can manage it, try and read the lyrics while watching the video. The visuals are beautiful, and if you read the lyrics it tends to sink in a bit better. But in reality, just do whatever you want.

  

Don't they know that there's something going on
What they're harming with their indecision
And who will be left standing when I'm gone
There'll be nothing left but a vision

And it's too easy
To turn a blind eye to the light
It's too easy
To bow your head and pray
But there are some times
When you should try to find your voice
And this is one voice that you must find today

Are you hoping for a miracle
As the ice caps melt away
No use hoping for a miracle
There's a price we'll have to pay

And it's too easy
To turn a blind eye to the light
It's too easy
To bow your head and pray
But there are some times
When you should try to find your voice
And this is one voice that you must find today

Are you hoping for a miracle
As the ice caps melt away
No use hoping for a miracle

Are you hoping for a miracle
As the ice caps melt away
No use hoping for a miracle
There's a price we'll have to pay
October 09

Top 15 Best Ever PCSTATS Guides

PCSTATS is a funky little PC-based website (surprise surprise). It's got a bunch of reviews for computer parts, tips for getting things working optimally, and heaps of guides for basically everything; from using the command prompt, to setting up home networks, to downgrading from Vista to XP (a very good idea, by the way). So anyway, I get the weekly newsletter which I tend to usually browse through for anything interesting. This week they released their Top 15 Best Ever PCSTATS Guides, and the editor asked a favour of sending the link out into the interwebspace. So I did. Here it is.

Top 15 Best Ever PCSTATS Guides

So yeah. If you have any interest in computers at all - or even if you have no interest, but have noticed your computer is running like shit and wish you could fix it - go take a look at the website. I'm sure you'll find something good.
August 09

Goodbye, my young friend

Yesterday you were forced to leave before your time. Today I finally have the courage to face the facts. You did not deserve this, but it is too late for that now. All I can say is goodbye...

Rest in peace, always and forever, Manny.
June 06

Flobots - Handlebars

 Watch the video, listen to the music. Pay attention.

 

If the above embed doesn't work, it's because Universal Music Group is a huge cockface. So instead, check out this link (the same video, but not embedded):
http://youtube.com/watch?v=AuK2A1ZqoWs
May 09

Update: Life

There was a time when I used this blog merely to update on events in my life. So, to that end, this is what's been going on for the past 6 or so months...

First, I graduated High School. My ENTER (a ranked percentile of all graduating students in the state of Victoria) was 73.2, which means my results were better than around three quarters of people in the state. Not bad considering I did minimal work and only a few hours of study total throughout the year (including for exams).

Then me and some friends went to a holiday house where we screwed around and on one particular night drank to excess. Lots of stuff happened. Much of it should not be spoken about. Suffice to say, according to Ed, the Vietnam War has not yet ended - but it is localised entirely within the holiday house. And that is all that shall be said (for now).

Somewhere along the way I made my way into a tertiary education institution. I am studying a Bachelor of Arts at La Trobe University. Some people will laugh at that, and to them I say "Get fucked." Right now I'm not 100% sure what I will major in, but it will probably end up being Philosophy. I'm also aiming to go through all the necessary pathways of extra years (such as Honours etc) and eventually I would like to do a PhD. Whether that will ever happen or not, I'm not so sure. It's a lot of work, and requires a lot of discipline, and I'm not good at either of those.
As of this first semester I am studying a philosophy subject, anthropology, history (this particular history unit revolves around the discussion of myths and how they relate to the history of particular societies: We looked at Ancient Greece and Troy, and Arthurian England) and the language Sanskrit. Next semester I will be working on two philosophy units, a logic unit, and another anthropology unit (designed to be the kind of 'sequel' to the one in semester 1). So that will probably be a bit intensive, but fortunately one of the philosophy units is purely online! Which means I don't have to go onto campus for 3 less hours per week. In fact, semester one has 12 contact hours which is already kinda low, but semester two shall be a pitiful 9 hours! Yay.

On the Easter break we attempted to go back to that holiday house just for 2 days to drink to excess again. This was especially important because we had restructured the group so we ditched some people who don't drink and got some more people who do drink, and even one person who didn't drink last time was GOING to drink (yay Simon, you're ready to make the big leap into manhood!). Unfortunately, a certain person (let us just call him Mr. Cfidis to protect his identity) decided to take Mahum's car for a test ride. And by Mahum's car, I actually mean Mahum's SISTER's car. *ahem* See where I'm going with this? Well, while driving too fast down the twisty turny no-through-road down from a quarry he lost traction on the back wheels. In his attempts to regain control, he invariably made it worse by *completely* losing control. Which sent us (me in the back, Mr. Cfidis as the driver, and Mahum in the passenger seat) into the rocky enbankment on the side of the road. The speed at which we did this was enough to in fact flip the car over onto its roof. Yes, well, it was totalled. Also, Mr. Cfidis decided to call his parents about the event - and because it was officially *their* holiday house, they decided to come up and kick us all out. And this was on the first day when we had basically only just arrived. Nooooooooooo! No drinking to excess! Ruinage!

And basically that's really all that's been going on particularly specially so far. I bought tickets for Armin Only Melbourne on an impulse which I suspect I may end up regretting (but hopefully I won't). And over the semester holidays Simon's parents are going away to Sweden so we're going to take over his house to make up for our lack of drinking to excess at the holiday house back in Easter. Umm... I've almost gotten a job at Coles which I don't actually want but which my parents forced me to get. I've been actually driving for a change, so I should be able to get my license soon but I've been too lazy to book the test. And my results at uni have been average - pretty much a B for everything. Hmm... I haven't done any real exercise or working out since god knows when. I've done basically no real martial arts or Parkour training either. Just been slacking off with everything. Trying to get Assassin's Creed off Simon but he lives woop-woop away and we don't see each other much. I've been waitin for that game for something in the order of a year. Garr. But anyway...so yeah.

Okay. That's the end of this. Now you know what I've been doing with my life. Toodles.
April 10

The Bible is BADASS

You thought King Leonidas and the 300 Spartans were elite? You thought Rambo was badass? Well, you would have been right. That is, except that the Bible beat them to the punch.


Exodus 2:11-12
11 One day, after Moses had grown up, he went out to where his own people were and watched them at their hard labor. He saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one of his own people.
12
Glancing this way and that and seeing no one, he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand.

It really doesn't get much more badass than cold-blooded murder and a good old fashioned cover-up. Of course, we're not sure if sand really classifies as a cover-up by normal standards, but back in those days it was as good as they had. Moses really was a king. He was truly badass. Like a Ninja. But Jewish. We could say that Moses is a Ninjew. Truly awesome.


II Kings 2:23-24

 23 From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. "Go on up, you baldhead!" they said. "Go on up, you baldhead!"
24
He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths.

We've all been there. We're walking down the street, minding our own business, when somebody starts hurling insults. Most of us would ignore them, maybe throw a few insults back, or flip them the bird. Elisha, on the other hand, decided to flip them a couple of bears. These bears, at the command of God and through him at the command of Elisha, then mauled the youths. It's a little sketchy on how many youths there were in the first place, but there sure as hell can't be too many left now. That'll teach them to call someone like Elisha a baldhead!


Judges 3:16-23
16 Now Ehud had made a double-edged sword about a foot and a half long, which he strapped to his right thigh under his clothing.
17 He presented the tribute to Eglon king of Moab, who was a very fat man.
18 After Ehud had presented the tribute, he sent on their way the men who had carried it.
19 At the idols near Gilgal he himself turned back and said, "I have a secret message for you, O king."
      The king said, "Quiet!" And all his attendants left him.
20 Ehud then approached him while he was sitting alone in the upper room of his summer palace and said, "I have a message from God for you." As the king rose from his seat,
21 Ehud reached with his left hand, drew the sword from his right thigh and plunged it into the king's belly.
22 Even the handle sank in after the blade, which came out his back. Ehud did not pull the sword out, and the fat closed in over it.
23 Then Ehud went out to the porch ; he shut the doors of the upper room behind him and locked them.

When I first was reading this, I wasn't sure if it had anything on Moses' efforts mentioned earlier. Then when it finally sank in (good pun, eh?), I realised this was a true display of pure badassness. He sent the sword all the way into the morbidly obese king's belly, including the handle (while he was still holding it nonetheless!), and then left it there? He then followed this up by politely closing and locking the doors on his way out. Manners, people, is the key. We can all learn from Ehud.


Ezekiel 23:19-20
19 Yet she became more and more promiscuous as she recalled the days of her youth, when she was a prostitute in Egypt.
20
There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses.

Okay, so this really isn't too badass. But I figured we'd continue the analogy from the start with Leonidas and the Spartans. Come on, if you liked the movie 300 based off Frank Miller's comic, then this should be right down your alley. Sexual promiscuity all round. And not just sex, but sex with well-endowed men whose ejaculation could rival the annual flooding of the Nile. The internet may be for porn - but it's still got nothing on the Bible. Before we move on, however, I would like to have a moment of silence. Let us honour the Egyptians who dared not have the enjoyment of a blowjob at risk of drowning their lovers. We honour you, our well-hung badass brethren!


Numbers 16:31-33

31 As soon as [the LORD] finished saying all this, the ground under them split apart
32 and the earth opened its mouth and swallowed them, with their households and all Korah's men and all their possessions.
33 They went down alive into the grave, with everything they owned; the earth closed over them, and they perished and were gone from the community.

We can only speculate whether the earth was similar to the Sarlacc in Star Wars or whether it did or didn't make the "OM NOM NOM" noise as it devoured Korah and his merry band of men. We can't know for certain, but it seems likely. I'm really not sure what else I need to say here. It takes a seriously crazy bastard to set the very earth to eating hundreds of people. Seriously crazy, but also seriously badass.


1 Kings 18:24, 38-40
24 Then you call on the name of your god, and I will call on the name of the LORD. The god who answers by fire—he is God."
      Then all the people said, "What you say is good."
...
38 Then the fire of the LORD fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench.
39 When all the people saw this, they fell prostrate and cried, "The LORD -he is God! The LORD -he is God!"
40
Then Elijah commanded them, "Seize the prophets of Baal. Don't let anyone get away!" They seized them, and Elijah had them brought down to the Kishon Valley and slaughtered there.

It's probably worth noting that Elisha (mentioned earlier summoning bears to maul the mocking youths) was disciple and attendant of Elijah (seen here having people who disagree with him slaughtered). Perhaps this is part of God's training. If you can't fuck people up, you just ain't holy enough. Theological debate in cafes is all well and good, but at the end of the day, you gotta worship the God who can set you on fire. And if you don't, the Pope is gonna give you an ass-whooping! Watch out!


Judges 15:15-16
15
Finding a fresh jawbone of an ass, he grabbed it and struck down a thousand men.
16
Then Samson said,
       "With an ass's jawbone
       I have made asses of them.
       With an ass's jawbone
       I have killed a thousand men."

I know some of you were impressed with Rambo or the Spartans. But nothing compares to Samson. In fact, the Bible has a whole host of heroes far superior to the Greeks and Spartans. I didn't want to bore you with all the stories, so I just gave you the best. We also have Josheb-Basshebeth, who in 2 Samuel 23:8, "... raised his spear against eight hundred men, whom he killed in one encounter.". Also featuring on the list is Anath from Judges 3:31 who "struck down six hundred Philistines with an oxgoad." An oxgoad is effectively a cow-prod. You know, a stick for herding the oxen. So we have Josheb-Basshebeth who slaughtered 800 men with a spear, or Anath who mangled 600 of his enemies with an oxgoad. But none of this compares to Samson. Not only did he brutalise a mighty 1000 trained soldiers, but he did it with the jaw of a donkey. That's right, when he saw a legion of soldiers coming at him, he did not turn tail and run. He tore apart the skull of a donkey, took in hand its jawbone, and went to town. Rambo's kill count doesn't even come close. And the Spartans had armour, spears, a defensive position and each other. Anybody can fight when in a phalanx with spears - but fighting soldiers all alone with a piece of animal carcass? Badass doesn't even begin to describe that!



What have we learned today, kiddies? We've learned that 300 is child's play. We've learned that Rambo is a walk in the park. We've learned that when you want the truly epic, when you want to see a real badass in action, you want the Bible!

March 18

Dating Pools

Not sure if that guy/gal is too old or too young for you? Don't really know what the proper dating age pool is? Substitute your age into these equations:

Age / 2 + 7 = minimum dating age
Age * 2 - 14 = maximum dating age

It works. Trust us.

http://www.xkcd.com/314/
January 18

Christian Idiots

Have you ever read something so offensive, so horrible, so inhuman, that you felt nauseous? That you felt you might actually be able to throw up?

I have.

What I read was Christians talking.

Not just any Christian. No, not all Christians are complete idiots. Christianity has a lot to answer for, and I have little respect for anybody part of an institutionalised religion such as Christianity, but not all Christians are inherently bad, stupid people. But these ones are:

http://www.fstdt.com/fundies/top100.aspx?archive=1

Here are a few choice quotes. Note, there is a lot of general stupidity on this page. Things like "Jesus is not a Jew. Jesus was Jewish." Obviously that's just rubbish and pure idiocy. But I'm going to focus on the more disgusting stuff, because I think people need to see that religion is not always all it's cracked up to be. Note: These are not official Christian views (I hope?) and I'm sure (I HOPE) the Church doesn't endorse them. But there are people who hold to them, and that's a scary thought.


[about a girl being born with mental disabilities]

This girl is like a leper so what she needs to do is try and find god

if she really believes she can be healed from this state, she will be healed from this state

Most afflictions like this are caused by sins committed while still inside the womb. If she can repent for what she does god will embrace her and make her as human as you or me but if she chooses not to she'll always be like this

god tests every one of us

I honestly don't care about your rights. If it were up to me, all Atheists would be burnt at the stake and or cast into a river with weights tied to their ankles and or placed before the firing squad, etc etc etc.

A woman wants to abort a rape child? She should have thought of that before she walked down that dark alley without a male prescence, not to mention she should have thought before putting on revealing attire.

[Quote:
Yes. It should (be legal). Otherwise you're screwing over the women who don't deserve their fate.]

Are you calling them victims now? Should've stayed in the house where it's safe.

[Talking about an eleven year old girl who was raped and then buried alive]

god was sacrificing this child as a way to show others the light. much as he did his own child. what a beautiful gift he has given us.

A man can have sexual pleasure from a child as young as a baby. However he should not penetrate, sodomising the child is OK. If the man penetrates and damages the child then he should be responsible for her subsistence all her life. This girl, however does not count as one of his four permanent wives. The man will not be eligible to marry the girl's sister.

The only solution we have to stop gays from recruiting other people is to cut off the source. They need to be taken to specialized containment centers where they will be forced to become straight and accept Jesus as thier savior and to repent from their disgusting, wicket, hatful, devilish ways. Those that refuse to go can either be forced, or banished from society in other specialized communities where they have no connetion to the outside world at all. Most would die of AIDS anyway. Anyone who refused any of the answers to make them better would have to be killed or banished.

A woman for president is a bad idea. Hillary for president is even worse. Do you think America never had a woman for president by coincidence?

[You can transfer that logic to black people, seeing as there's been no black presidents - Anyway it's incredibly insensitive, stupid and unbased.]

As stupid as you think it sounds I totally agree. Blacks should not ever be in positions of power. They should be suppressed back in to slavery.

(What do doctors who perform abortions deserve?)

I vote death.....

It will be a double whammy... kill the murderer and we will be one less liberal too.

so you think if no one believed in any religion there would be no wars or fighting? i think it would be worse. i know if i didn't fear god's judgement i would have killed many many times.

Marriage entitles sexual relations biblically. If the WIFE resists there could be PHYSICAL ABUSE CHARGES (yesterday), but not RAPE biblically because her body is NOT her own after marriage, but the husbands.

That's like saying you just STOLE something from a store that you legally had paid for in full.

Logic to the contrary is also proof that America has been feminized, sad, but true. Repent ye double minded.



These are some of what I see as the worst offenders. These are Christians. Good, loving, Christians whose only desire is to take away civil liberties that we've been striving for hundred of years to create. Or good, loving, Christians who see the truth of God's compassion and love, and acknowledge that it is a "beautiful gift" when he allows an 11 year old girl to be not just raped, but then buried alive. Beautiful gift, indeed. I truly hope that the girl born with a mental disability realises her faults too. I hope she comes to understand that being born disabled leaves only her to blame.

No, actually, I don't. I think that's rubbish. I hope the girl never has to hear words like that. I hope she doesn't have to hear that there are people who think it was her fault. I hope she doesn't have to hear that these people think she is less human.

I am a cold person. I am a cruel person. I may, even, be an evil person at times.

But all my failings, all my evils, are nothing compared to these Christian views.

I've heard people justify the belief in God with comments that they "know" he's there, that they "feel" the Holy Spirit, that he "talks" to them. God does not talk to these people. God does not whisper in their ears, "kill the atheists" or "you see that disabled girl - the inhuman one - she deserves it". If Christianity existed, those would be the words of Satan, surely. Or are we to believe that Satan is more compassionate than God? If so, I would much rather be Satanist than Christian.

You heard me. I say it loud, and I say it proud.

If being Christian means being anything like the people above, then I would much rather be the opposite, and I assume that means I would much rather be a Satanist.
November 19

Endings

My last exam for High School was today. I have no more classes, no more assessments. With the exception of picking something or other up from the school within a month's time, I never have to visit that hole ever again or see many of those people. It's done. Finished.

I should be happy! I should be overjoyed. I hated that bullshit. Every day was like trudging through an urban hellhole of ignorance, closed-mindedness and stupidity. This should be one of the better days in my life.

But it's not. I hardly care. In fact, to my greatest despair, I'm feeling a little nostalgic! I'm somewhat melancholic about the whole thing.

Oh God, what's happening to me.

There are so many things about those times and those places that I want to never think about ever again. There is so much I want to put behind me. So much I wish never even existed. But at the same time - there are the few isolated events which I will miss greatly. Things I will most likely never go through again. At the time, they seemed inconsequential - but in retrospect, these are the things which kept me sane. There are people who I will miss. I am not good enough friends with them to keep in contact to any real degree, but they were people who I was able to sit and talk to while at school. These people I may never see or talk to ever again. Should I really be so happy? I am putting most of my childhood behind me. In one swift stroke, I am cutting myself away from most of what built me.

At my graduation, one of the head coordinators did a most despicable thing. She said, "I dedicate this graduation to Andy." Andy was in our year level, but he died over the summer holidays between year 11 and year 12. He never made it to year 12. I didn't like him. I didn't want anything to do with him. I was not affected by his death in the slightest. It is a tragedy as much as all the hundreds of thousands of other people who die. The ones who most of us don't give a second thought to. What did Andy ever do for me? There have been soldiers who died, and their deaths built the society and the nation we live in now. Yet when Remembrance Day comes around, how many of you really think about this? I seem to recall that Andy was one of the people who used to stuff around and laugh while we had a minute of silence. Speaking of which - how many of you, now that you're not at school, actually realised that a week ago - on November 11th - it was Remembrance Day once again? Who of you had a minute of silence? I can almost guarantee it was none of you.

And yet here you are saying how sad I should be that Andy died. What did he do for me? He did nothing. And here we have a coordinator dedicating our graduation to him. What right does she have to do that? How can she stand up there and dedicate my graduation to somebody I didn't even like! It sickens me that she gets away with this crap. I didn't graduate for Andy. I didn't go through High School for Andy. I wasn't there that night for Andy. I was there because my parents forced me to be. I finished school and graduated because it was something I needed to do to get away, to make the next real step. Andy had nothing to do with it, and I would rather fail year 12 then dedicate my graduation to him. Fuck that shit.

No, I am glad that I don't have to see Andy ever again. It doesn't matter whether he died or whether I graduated and just never saw him again. They are the same thing to me. I am glad that I won't have to see almost all of those people ever again. This makes me glad. It is not happiness. It is not even, in the true sense of the word, gladness. It is more of a satisfaction. I do not feel any particular pleasure or joy in it. Rather, I simply nod my head in acknowledgement, and see - as God supposedly did - "that it is good".

But, as I have already expressed, I also feel a little melancholic about those who I do not want to put so quickly behind me. I am not truly sad. I will not shed a tear for them, I will not weep, I will not break down and cry. To those of you who would do so (or have done), I would say to you - grow up. This is not the end of the world, and it is not even the end of your life. It is an end, yes. It is the end of High School. It may be the end of some friendships. It is the end of a lot of events and experiences. For some, it may even be the end of your formal education. There are many endings here, but it is not the end. Not even close. In fact, it's so far from the end that it is, in fact, a beginning. You are going into something new. This may be scary, and it may all turn out for the worst. It is for this reason that we cling onto the past. Not because we cared so much for those times that we can't bear to let go - but rather that we can't ever bear to let go. We fear change. We see it as a bad thing. We like to cling desperately to what we have, and we don't like to let go, because that means going into the unknown.

It sounds so silly now. In fact, many of you will deny it. But think about it - do you really have to end any friendships? Do you really have to lose that which you hold so dear? I think you will find that if you put the energy towards it, you could hold on while still moving on into the future. Many of you will try to do so, but you will still wish it weren't going to happen. We fear change. We fear the future. We fear death and as kids many of us feared the dark. Ultimately, we fear the unknown. We fear what we cannot see, cannot comprehend. Our defense to this fear is by holding onto what we can see. We don't want to lose what we have now, because that means we will have nothing to fall back onto.

Am I feeling nostalgic and melancholy because I really care so much for those people? No. I will make new friends and have new experiences. But we do not like to lose sight of what we have known. There were still some good times, and I don't like to think what would happen if the future holds only bad in store for me. I've lost those good things, and am left in the dark again. I will miss some of those people and some of those experiences - some of them just for a while before I forget, and others for many years into the future. If my memory can hold itself together, perhaps until my dying day. Because we always wish we could go back to a surer time when there was no dark, no unknown.

We do not have that choice, however. This is an end, and like all ends it comes with a beginning. A beginning that we can barely see, barely grasp at in the slightest. And so we hold on, and we may feel nostalgic or melancholic or sad; but it's too late now. There's no going back.

And it is for that reason which I am not happy.

I should be.

But I am not.

October 23

Battle of the Ages: Greeks VS History

Modern Greeks have a love of big claims to fame. They always brag about what they invented or how they are the greatest at this or that. This is all well and good, but how much of it is actually true? Today we are going to take a close look at one of the greatest battles of our time - Greeks VS History. Who will win? Will the Greeks manage to support their insane claims, or shall what actually happened in History reign supreme with its archaeological evidence and actual truth? It's going to be close, that's for sure. Now without any further adieu, let us begin!

“Greeks invented language.”

This is a claim made to me today which started this whole thing. It also came with a few other absurd claims, but this is the one which took my eye the most. Apparently the ancient Greeks invented language themselves, and it did not exist before them. How amusing. 

Language is a tricky subject when we go right back to its beginnings in history. There are a number of theories, but we don’t necessarily need to consider the very beginning – only the very earliest we know of. There are any number I could mention, but I’m going to emphasise one in particular. Proto-Indo-European is the hypothetical (but commonly accepted) ancestor of the Indo-European languages. The Indo-European languages include English, Italian, Hindi, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish, German, French, Latin, Greek and a whole bunch more. But wait, what was that last one? Greek?

You heard me. Greek is part of the Indo-European language group, meaning that it developed from a different language and also there are other languages which developed from that common ancestor, of which Greek had no impact on. Can the Greeks really have invented language if their very own language descended from a different language? Of course not! How absurd!

This doesn’t stop the Greeks from bragging about their language-invention capabilities. They often decide to go to “Greeks basically invented English” or “Most English words come from Greek”. There is an amusing scene in the film ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ which satirises this habit of Greeks. Is this a valid claim though? Once again, no.

Let’s look at the history of the English language. It all began 5th Century AD. Three Germanic tribes invaded Britain – the Angles, the Saxons and the Jutes. At the time, the Brits were speaking a Celtic language. Most of them got pushed out, however, but there was still influence there. These three tribes all spoke a similar language and formed together, with the influence of that Celtic language, to become what is known as Old English. There were also massive influences by Latin, especially when Christianity became popular, as well as Old Norse due to frequent Viking invasions. Later in 1066, the Normans came and invaded, bringing Old French into the mix. With this conquest, a lot of nobles started speaking the Old French while commoners kept with Old English. Eventually in the 14th Century, Old English took back its dominance but the French was not lost – together they became Middle English. Some general changes (though significant) occurred over time to get our current English. We see from this that English was originally a mix of a Germanic language, a bit of Celtic, and a lot of Old French.

Does Greek fit into any of this at all? Not directly. Greek influence only came in after the Renaissance, and predominantly it was for scientific terms. There is however a heavy indirect influence through Latin. Latin evolved from three main sources – Celtic dialects, the Etruscan language, and Greek. So in that respect, we do take a fair bit from Greek due to the fact we take a fair bit from Latin. However, is it fair to attribute English to Greece? No. We have two options. We either say those words come from Latin, or we say they come from Proto-Indo-European which is the furthest back we can trace it. Claiming that Greeks invented language or played a predominant role in developing English is just ego-boosting.

“Greeks invented maths.”

Another one from today, and a very common one. This is going to be the easiest for me to refute – did Greeks really invent mathematics?

The oldest mathematical texts are Plimpton 322, the Moscow Mathematical Papyrus, the Rhind Mathematical Papyrus, and the Shulba Sutras. The interesting thing about this is, none of them are Greek. Their location and approximate dates respectively are, Babylonia 1900BC, Egypt 1850BC, Egypt 1650BC and India 800BC. How odd that none of this is Greek. But more amusing is the content of these texts. A lot of it concerns what is known as Pythagoras’ Theorem. Pythagoras lived around 500-580BC, and is credited with discovering this theory. Yet apparently it easily predated his life in Babylonia, Egypt and India. Oh dear, should we really be giving credit to the Greeks? How much more existed before them yet which they claim as their own?

The history of maths goes back far beyond Greece. There are drawings and markings that indicate a knowledge of mathematics which can be dated to up to 70,000 BC. There is a bone tool which has been discovered and dated to 20,000 BC. Markings on the bone have been interpreted to show knowledge of prime numbers, multiplication, division, and other basic mathematical calculations.

Progressively more complex mathematics have been found in Babylonia, Egypt and India before Greece got started. Chinese mathematics has been observed at around the same time as Greece, as has more complex Indian mathematics. So for the Greeks to claim to have invented maths is obviously absurd. Nobody is doubting that they did not make significant developments (of course, we are definitely refuting the Pythagorean Theorem as being Greek) – but far more significant developments have been made in North America and other areas of Europe in the past few centuries. This certainly doesn’t mean they invented maths.

 

“Greeks invented science.”

Another of the classics from today. This is a complicated topic due to the broadness of the term science, however its broadness also makes it easier to refute. Could Greece really have invented science? Doubtful.

The best way to identify science is by the scientific method. The scientific method was pioneered by the Arab Muslim scientist Ibn al-Haytham in the 11th century. His method is the earliest form of what can today be seen as the scientific method. If we look further back, we do see some form of scientific method in Ancient Greece, and quite prominently.

At first glance, it may seem as if the Greeks did invent this science. However, unfortunately, Egypt comes away as the winner once again. The Edwin Smith papyrus and the Ebers papyrus are both Egyptian medical texts dated around 1600BC. They show early components of the scientific method and have detailed information about anatomy and medical procedures such as surgery. Even today, medicine is one of the most scientific fields.

Every culture for thousands of years has shown evidence of scientific thought. Coming to conclusions about reality based on observation of the world around you is what science is. In the earliest of cultures, religion and science were the same thing. To suggest that Greece, which has easily been predated by other cultures, invented science is just ridiculous. Again, they may have made substantial developments – but progress is not invention.

 

“Greeks were the greatest warriors.”

This is the last of the ones put forth today, and easily the hardest to debate. What makes a great warrior? If we say that the greatest warrior is one who can beat all others in a 1v1 fight, it is going to be damned near impossible to judge. After all, Greece could have had one incredibly great warrior who could defeat all others, and then a few decades later Persia had another great warrior who was exactly the same. Without having them both fight, how do we judge? And just because there is one great warrior, doesn’t make all of their warriors great.

I think the best way to look at this, is by pointing out that although Greece had a pretty good track record of battles – do they really compare to some of the great conquering Empires? Romans and Persians come to mind. The Roman Empire, at its peak, controlled a landmass of 5,900,000 km². The Persian Empire, at the height of its power, spanned across three continents and encompassed approximately 7,500,000 km². The greatest of all (bar the British Empire), was the Mongol Empire which spanned an incredible distance of over 33,000,000 km² and ruled over an estimated population of 100 million people. Surely it is an Empire which can control so great an area which must have some of the greatest warriors?

Of course, a common response to this is “the Persians tried to take us on, and lost! SPARTA! 300! RAAWWRRR!!!!” I have a sad story for you all, my friends – the reason that Greece beat the Persians had nothing to do with good warriors. The decisive battle was actually a naval battle on the sea. The Persians basically dominated Greece for most of the Greco-Persian War up until the Battle of Salamis. While the Battle of Thermopylae apparently shows the greatness of Spartan warriors, it should be noted that much of their survival can be attributed to far greater equipment as well as terrain.

Spartans were armed with bronze armour and shields and longer spears. The Persians had far shorter spears which made it harder to approach the enemy, and their shields were wicker and easily penetrated or destroyed. The narrow pass forced the Persians to attack with a number closer to that of the Spartans, removing their advantage of superior numbers. This does not prove the greatness of the Spartan warriors – it merely shows greater equipment and fortunate terrain at the battle site.

After defeating the Persian fleet at the Battle of Salamis, the Greeks made a counter-attack. While at first it was somewhat successful, it was no more so than the initial Persian invasion of Greece. Ultimately they were defeated, and the entire war ended with peace treaties. Is it fair to really say Greeks were clearly such great warriors? They displayed no significant supremacy over the Persians who, though having superior numbers in some battles, had far inferior equipment.

Alexander the Great and his army were surely powerful, showing success similar to that of the Persians and Romans. But at the same time, Genghis Khan and his Mongols are some of the fiercest warriors known in history and dominated a far greater area. Perhaps they were the greatest warriors? Or what about the samurai of Feudal Japan? Though there was no conquering empire here; that was due to the fact the entire country was at war with itself. You grew up knowing that the lands you lived on were always at threat of being invaded by a neighbouring Daimyo who wanted more territory and ultimately all of Japan. This went on for centuries – surely the Samurai must be devastating to live in such a time?

To call any army as the greatest warriors ever is ridiculous and completely unfounded. Nobody can deny the courage and savageness of the Spartans. But at the same time, the Roman Legionaries were far more disciplined and tactical, which is a very important requirement for a warrior. And the Mongols were just as savage, and I would not hesitate to say that all warriors who lived in those centuries long past were courageous beyond belief – as are our soldiers of today. Making such a big claim is just absurd and only done by the ignorant who want to feel better about themselves by speaking big of people they have no relation to except that they are distantly related by nationality.

There is, however, a claim that the Greeks can make about their warriors. “They were gay!” Take a look at the Sacred Band of Thebes – an elite Greek warrior force consisting entirely of homosexual lovers. This was not an isolated event, homosexual love within Greek militaries was quite common, and has been discussed by a number of Greek historians and philosophers – Aristotle, Plato, Phaedrus, Plutarch, Athenaeus, Aristophanes and Xenophon. Some of the greatest Greeks in history have been speculated to be gay. Alexander the Great and one of his top generals Hephaestion were allegedly lovers. Harmodius and Aristogiton were credited with bringing about Athenian democracy, and were also lovers. This goes quite beyond the military, in fact. Look into the concept of eromenos.

 

“Greeks invented philosophy.”

I come across this one a lot, almost as often as the invention of maths one. It is just as easy to refute, as well.

Let me lay it down straight away – the history of Western philosophy began in Greece. Yes. It did. HOWEVER… not all philosophy was invented by the Greeks. Eastern philosophy not only doesn’t trace itself to Greece, but actually predates it!

Indian schools of philosophy can be considered to be the oldest schools of philosophy, beating Greek philosophy by almost 500 years. The oldest texts, the Brhadaranyaka and Chandogya Upanishads have been dated to about 900 BC or later. Confucianism is the oldest school of philosophy in China, developing at around the same time as Buddhism and Jainism developed in India. Taoism developed in China a little later around 200 BC.

In comparison, Western philosophy begins in Greece with Thales of Miletus. He was said to have been active around 585BC, which is a couple of centuries later than the Upanishads showed up in India. The main Greek philosophers such as Aristotle, Plato and Socrates were all around 300BC and later. As you can see, this all takes place after the Eastern philosophy. So while the Greeks may have begun formal philosophical thought in the West, they certainly did not invent all philosophy. In fact, you may argue that philosophy has existed for as long as we have asked questions – and that has been for as long as man could think.

 

“Greeks helped develop Australia.”

The person who made the first four claims also made this one to me a while ago. Everyone I’ve said this to so far has just laughed outright. Let me put it simply with a few dates up until the 1980’s.

Australia first settled by Europeans – 1788
Gold rush began – 1851
Eureka stockade rebellion – 1854
Federation of Australia – 1901
Australia in World War 1 – 1914-1918
Australia in World War 2 – 1939-1945
Statute of Westminster adopted (ended lots of constitutional links to Britain) – 1942
Australia in the Korean War – 1950
Melbourne hosted Summer Olympics – 1956
Australia in the Vietnam War – 1962-1973
White Australia Policy abolished – 1973
Australia Act passed (breaks almost all constitutional links to Britain) - 1986

Now, here’s the history of Greek settlement:

7 Greek convicts from Britain (the first Greeks in Australia) – 1829
Groups of Greeks in significant numbers during gold rush – 1850s
878 Greeks recorded in census – 1901
12,291 Greeks recorded in census – 1947
160,200 Greeks recorded in census – 1971
375,703 Greeks recorded in census – 2001
365,147 Greeks recorded in census – 2006

Considering that the number of people in the 2006 census was 19,855,292; that makes Greeks only 1.8% of the 2006 population. Similarly, the 2001 census had 18,769,249 people and therefore Greeks made up 2.0% of the 2001 population. It is unknown why there were more responses of Greek Australians in 2001 than 2006, but that is what census reported. If we consider how low this percentage is, and how much lower it would be earlier on with only 12,291 Greeks at the end of World War 2, I think it becomes apparent how amusing it is to claim that Greeks played a significant developmental role in Australia. After all, most significant events in Australia’s history and development was World War II and earlier, or at the latest perhaps in the 70s and late 80s when we remove the White Australia Policy and our links to Britain. It is only in the past decade or so that Greeks have become particularly prevalent, and there is certainly no evidence to suggest they played any significant role in our history, let alone “helped develop Australia”.

 

The Counter-Claims!
I have now dealt with a lot of claims made by Greeks about how great they were or are. I have refuted these, and now it is time for me to make a few counter-claims for other ancient civilisations:

The Chinese invented paper, gunpowder, the idea of paper money,
The Sumerians invented the wheel
Mesopotamia and Ancient Egypt was home to the first significant practice of agriculture and consequently responsible for the beginnings of the Neolithic Revolution. Similarly, evidence of irrigation can be found in these areas as far back as the 6th millennium BC.
The earliest writing system was developed in Sumer, and the first alphabet was developed in Ancient Egypt.
The Indus Valley civilizations invented urban sanitation and sewerage systems, while China invented toilet paper.
Sumer is responsible for our use of a base 6 system of time (60 seconds, 60 minutes, 12 hours and 12 months) as well as for the 360 degrees of a circle, 12 inches in a foot, and the unit “dozen” as 12.

And obviously this is without touching modern inventions and discoveries which there are so many of nowadays, most of which have been coming out of America. Oddly enough, the Greeks haven’t done anything for a few centuries now, have they? Makes you think, doesn't it. And thus ends my analysis of the battle of Greeks VS History. Unfortunately, it seems that History has won out. Let this be a lesson to you all - although they say that history is written by the victors, the victors cannot obliterate all evidence of the truth, and ultimately it is truth which reigns victorious over all.

October 15

How to Save a Life


 Step one; you say we need to talk
 He walks, you say sit down it's just a talk
 He smiles politely back at you
 You stare politely right on through
 Some sort of window to your right
 As he goes left and you stay right
 Between the lines of fear and blame
 You begin to wonder why you came

 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life

 Let him know that you know best
 Cause after all you do know best
 Try to slip past his defense
 Without granting innocence
 Lay down a list of what is wrong
 The things you've told him all along
 And pray to God he hears you
 And pray to God he hears you

 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life

 As he begins to raise his voice
 You lower yours and grant him one last choice
 Drive until you lose the road
 Or brake with the ones you've followed
 He will do one of two things
 He will admit to everything
 Or he'll say he's just not the same
 And you'll begin to wonder why you came

 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life
 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life
 How to save a life
 How to save a life

 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life
 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
 Somewhere along in the bitterness
 And I would have stayed up with you all night
 Had I known how to save a life
 How to save a life
 How to save a life

by The Fray (2005)
October 12

Adulthood

I am 18 years old today, or so they tell me. This means that legally I am an adult, and that is the way I will be viewed by many people. I am, supposedly, now a man. One day I was a child and the next day I'm a man. It's an odd thought, and one I'm not entirely comfortable with. I don't feel any older, and I certainly don't feel any more mature, which is probably a tad concerning. I don't feel 18 at all, and I don't feel comfortable calling myself 18. Despite the fact it is entirely true. You see, I still feel like I'm 16. In fact, I've felt like I was 16 for the past four or so years. I know that doesn't make sense to a lot of you, but at the age of 13 or 14, I would like to think I was that little bit more mature and that big bit smarter than most others of my age bracket. However, I don't feel that my development in the past 2 years is up to scratch with what should be in line with an adult. Oh, sure, the rest of my school year level who are the same age are far from great, in fact I'm still probably more mature than them, but when I looked in the mirror this morning I didn't see an adult. And that thought, in a way, scares me.

I am now expected to take responsibility for everything - all the way from personal issues to legal responsibilities. Am I fit for this? Hell, I've never even had a job before besides 5 days of shoddy work experience last year. Within a few weeks, I will have fully graduated high school. I'm going to need to decide what to do for the rest of my life, and yet in every way except legally I am still a teenager. All of a sudden I'm being thrown into the deep end, and the only life jacket I have is the knowledge that almost everyone else around me have the same issue. Does that make it all fine, then? Yes and no. On the one hand, I doubt I'm about to screw up - but on the other, it just doesn't seem natural. Sure, in the old days, kids were working and marrying a lot younger than they are today - but at the same time, they grew up in an environment which was conducive to that. Nowadays there are kids who get paid by their parents just for making their bed in the morning. In the old days, you either didn't have a bed to make or if you didn't make it you'd get a big hard hit from the father. Kids in the old days didn't have their prioties as partying, social activities, and getting drunk on a regular basis either. Things have changed. Get over the old days, they're long gone.

This all just doesn't feel right to me. In fact, the very nature of this blog - expressing my disquiet and fears - indicates that truly I am not yet the adult I am expected to be. Whose fault is this though? Is it all the fault of teenagers today. Does it come down to the personal level and the choices we make. Or is society to blame? Does society on the whole need to place more responsibility on us earlier and build children into teenagers and teenagers into adults. What was the most important choice you ever had to make as a pre-adult? Mine was making a decision about what to do next year with uni. And that is the hardest decision I've had to make - and even so, I've not made it yet. I am still very frightened about whether or not I will get into the course I want, and what I should do for work. Every teenager will make this decision, but outside of that scope - what are the hardest and most important choices we make? On the whole, there is nothing even remotely important. What clothes to wear to the party? What phone has the best features? It's rubbish. The only responsibility given to teenagers today is that of work - and it's optional. Some kids have jobs and others don't. For those who don't, they've lived in seclusion. And when they make the plunge, as I have just done, into adulthood - they will be looking into a world that they have been sheltered from all their life. Yes, that was a personal choice - but society is also to blame.

All the responsibilities of being an adult heaped onto us when we hit that special day which marks us as 18 years old. The day before, however, life was free and empty and there was nothing to worry about. Things shouldn't be so easy for kids if we are going to make valuable members of the community out of them in the future; because when they have to deal with all the real issues of today's world, they won't be able to cope. And then where will they end up? Alcoholic, stressed out and depressed, unemployed. Even if things don't go so clearly wrong, they will not be able to maximise the potential they may have had 5, 10, or 15 years earlier. The age of 18 does not make us adults - life makes us adults, and until we have experienced life and learnt from it then we are not adults at all - no matter whether we're 18, 21, or 35 years old.
October 08

Neurosis Symbiosis

Warning: The following passages are a reflective analysis of the writer's mindset. They may lead to negative impressions of the writer and a view that he requires psychiatric help. If you are not willing to face the reality of what runs through some people's heads, do not read on.


Neurosis Symbiosis
 

I feel as if there is something within me. It is not truly tangible in any way, and its existence is known only by an impression, a faint stroke through my mind. It is a ghost. It lives within, feeding off of me, sucking away. Sometimes I cannot breathe. I cannot hope to truly explain. Words elude the reality. A reality which may not even exist.

Let me start by elucidating the state of my mind. It begins with the regular state, the steady flow of apathy which pervades my entire nature. Then are the regular dips into melancholy, a depression which just entirely dissipates all will to live, and resentment so intense that the air around you seems to become violent. Lastly are the severe bouts of anger. A sudden flaming rage with no discernible trigger. A fury so intense that it obliterates all rational thought and you cannot restrain yourself from violence. This is the world I live in. These are the mental spirits which wreak through me, the detached mindset which dominates my world.

From these moods come the physical symptoms. Headaches. Pounding, brutal headaches. Dyssomnia. An inability to fall asleep, and when finally I do slip away it is broken and I wake up frequently. Lethargy. A sluggishness so intense it becomes difficult to move at times. Twitches. Muscles spasm and twitch at times; the entire body is lethargic and tired, but individual muscles become restless and hyperactive.

The entire nature of my present state is not so easily diagnosed, however. It goes beyond such simple descriptors. Depression, resentment, lethargy - this is not what I am suffering. These are mere words. What I am experiencing goes beyond words. I am suffering a deterioration of my life. I feel as if I am losing my mind. One minute all seems well, and then all of a sudden an overbearing gloom. Within an hour, a general insanity. A psychotic episode where rational thought is completely gone and my mind is a torrent of images and thoughts with no semblance of pattern or sensible order. Literally, I am losing my mind. I want to tear out my hair, scratch out my eyes. I feel blood pumping fast through my veins, so fast and hard that it hurts, and I just want to claw at my flesh to make it stop. I feel like I am losing my life.

Everything has started to slip away from me. I am not who I was yesterday, and who I was yesterday was not who I was a week ago, and that person was so different from who I was a month ago that I come to the point that I don't even know who I am today or who I have ever been. My leg twitches constantly, bouncing up and down, and I bite at my nails, chewing them down to the quick, my breathing is heavy and rasping, and I pull at my hair in a vain effort to figure things out. I never do though. I never solve the problems.

I can feel my life slipping away. Not as if I am dying physically, but in every other way possible. I don't understand what is happening to me. I don't know the cause, I don't even know whether it is truly real. Yet I know it is. I know that the deterioration I perceive exists no less than my perception of anything else. But as my mind slips away, so does the accuracy of my perception, and the reality of that which I perceive. I am losing control of everything. I cannot tell whether I want to kill myself or kill everyone else. I do not know whether I want to curl up in a solitary corner or scream from the top of a mountain. Everything is detached, fractured, distorted. I cannot make sense of anything anymore.

There is something inside of me, and it is driving me to the edge of my limits. It is taking away my mind, my life, my soul. It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, it cannot be experienced or understood in any way by anyone else. To all others it does not even exist. But to me, I know it is there, and I know it is driving me towards my end.
September 03

The Gorsedd Prayer

Llyma Weddi'r Orsedd
Dyw dy nerth, ag yn nerth Dioddef;
A dioddef dros y gwir, ag yn y gwir pop goleuni;
Ag yngoleuni pob Gwynfyd, ag yngwynfyd Cariad,
Ag ynghariad Dyw, ag yn nuw pop daioni.

The Gorsedd Prayer, called the Prayer of the Gwyddoniaid
God, impart Thy strength;
And in strength, power to suffer;
And to suffer for the truth;
And in the truth, all light;
And in light, gwynfyd;
And in gwynfyd, love;
And in love, God;
And in God, all goodness
September 02

Ill Will

It consumes the mind.

The soul reeks; an effluvial quintessence.

Deterioration, atrophy, decay, entropy, decadence, blight. Existence.

...and the world darkens around me... ...new ideas, in my head start to burn...

It is hard to express the feeling. It surrounds you, permeating every pore of your skin; every atom of your existence. It seeps within, it exudes without. It devours you, it becomes you. You become it.

You feel the lies, you feel the truth. You feel existence - you know only it. You are only it.

...a mask, a cut above an image of a raging fire, burning in my mind... ...for you all create my destruction...we are one...

It is impossible to express, yet impossible to suppress. It is all that exists, but you know there is more. It haunts your every thought, your every feeling, every footstep of your mind.

...your head will collapse, but there's nothing in it; and you'll ask yourself, where is my mind?...

To everyone else you are darkness, your spirit is afire with evil, your blood is frozen and chilled. A cold fury, eyes that burn like ice, a frosty mind ablaze. You feel none of it though.

...become so numb, can't feel you there...become so tired, so much more aware...

You don't know what you hate more - the world, yourself, or the very fact that you hate the world and yourself. A fist clenches with the wrath which courses through your veins. Your every fibre screams with a bloodlust that cannot be sated.

...why must I feel this way...just make this go away...just one more peaceful day...

You are dizzy, disorientated. A frenzy rages through your being. You are agitated. Twitches, convulsions. A sudden hysteria. A sudden paroxysm of hate. Delirium isn't so bad. Derangement is insufferable.

...and I can tell you why people go insane...and I can show you how you could do the same...

Life becomes an endless torment. You become an endless torment. You are tormented, you are tormenter. You are tortured, you are torturer. You are deluded, you are deluder. There was only one end. It was not an escape, there was never any escape. Just a hindrance, a short temporary respite, a mere intermission.

...I had to close down everything, I had to close down my mind... ...I closed my eyes and closed myself and closed my world and never opened up to anything...


August 29

Geeky Stuff

It has been, perhaps, too long since I have posted. Life has been hectic yet stagnant - figure that oxymoron out for yourself.

This is just a quick little entry to bring some activity back over here, and because I found this amusing. It's an excerpt from a Wired article on Penny Arcade and its two writers. For those who are unfamiliar (which is probably all of you), Penny Arcade is a webcomic focussing around gaming. Geeky stuff, and that's what this is about...

"The term geek has acquired a patina," says Holkins, a writer prone to ornate verbiage and renowned for his witty blog posts that accompany each strip. He's right — the word is being reclaimed as a badge of pride. But the creators of Penny Arcade aren't among these geek-come-latelies. They're unreconstructed geeks of the old-school variety — which is to say, of the high school variety.

Krahulik has glasses, a beanpole physique, and a touch of overbite that gives him a pained expression. Holkins, who also wears glasses, is balding and so pale that he looks like he could get moonburns. Growing up, they were the prototypical misfits, ostracized by the cool kids at school. Holkins claims that he owes his success to those formative encounters with jocks and their lacrosse sticks. "I've been repaid a thousand times over for the damage they inflicted," he says cheerfully.

Krahulik agrees. "One time in high school, someone broke into my locker and stole my stuff, so I had to wear gym clothes for the rest of the day," he says, wincing at the memory. "I developed humor as a defense mechanism. Now I drive a fucking Mercedes."

I found it amusing. I'm not going to drag this on with extensive analysis, so we'll just leave it with this - funny how when we are kids, the top of the ladder is the "cool" people, typically the sporty guys or "jocks". When you become adults, being on top is more closely associated with success in business and accumulating capital gain and wealth - it's usually the guys on the bottom during school who end up at the top of the ladder here. Sure, we still hold that special little place of reverence for the sporting heroes - but on the whole it seems to turn around. How many of you who were/are the popular athletes in school are actually going to become big sports-stars? Probably none.

Full article here:
http://www.wired.com/gaming/virtualworlds/magazine/15-09/mf_pennyarcade
Penny Arcade here:
http://www.penny-arcade.com

July 10

A Non-Experience during sleep

A non-experience, that's what I entitle this. There's a simple reason why, too. An experience is defined as "the process or fact of personally observing, encountering, or undergoing something". I did not observe this, and I only encountered it afterwards, and I am not even aware of undergoing it other than the later observations.

And what do I refer to?

Let me tell you. I woke up this morning... shirtless. At some point in the night I had managed to take my shirt off, without doing any damage to it. This sounds strange, but also "so what?". Well, just think about it. There had to have been a reason, there had to have been a cause - but what? I have no idea. I don't even recall doing it. In fact, for once in many, many months I had a full night's sleep without waking up at all. And yet somehow I lost my shirt, and it ended up on the ground next to my bed.

I just find the entire situation quite bizarre. It was 2 degrees celcius at 4am this morning, and there is no way I could have been too hot. Or at least, not from any normal experience. Perhaps I had a fever, or something else. Who knows? Nobody! And that is what scares me. How can things occur without any knowledge, any recollection? It is a frightening experience. It should be noted that this could not have occurred during a particular vivid dream - the REM state of sleep, where most dreams occur, causes paralysis of all the body (except for the eyes which in fact rapidly move around). I could not have been responding to a dream in REM. I could have been responding to a dream in stage 4 of NREM sleep, also known as SWS; yet dreams in SWS are less frequent and more importantly - less vivid and tend to be disconnected. It seems doubtful that I would in any way act out physically a SWS-state dream, and yet also not remember any of that dream at all.

Perhaps I'm just ranting about this because I am bored, but I do find it to be a curious event. Yarr!
June 29

I'm An Asshole!

This one could not be posted as mere lyrics, you have to experience it fully.
 
June 25

The Initiate

The Initiate
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon
this chaotic crossroad of hate…
How many ways are there to roam
on this dark and damned road of Fate…

“There are many ways, my son,
to find where the souls of Demons remain…
But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt
until at last, your soul, they will gain…
Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams
that are yours, forever, to adore…
For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son,
for you to explore…”


C Vincent Metzen
June 09

Father and Son



Father:
It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
Theres so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Why, think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

Son:
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again
It's always been the same, same old story
From the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go

(Son: Away away away, I know I have to
  Make this decision alone - no)

Father:
It's not time to make a change
Just sit down, take it slowly
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

(Father: Stay stay stay, why must you go and
  Make this decision alone?)
Son:
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them they know, not me
Now there's a way, and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go


By Cat Stevens

June 02

The Sound of Silence


 Hello darkness, my old friend
 I've come to talk with you again
 Because a vision softly creeping
 Left it's seeds while I was sleeping
 And the vision that was planted in my brain
 Still remains
 Within the sound of silence

 In restless dreams I walked alone
 Narrow streets of cobblestone
 'Neath the halo of a street lamp
 I turned my collar to the cold and damp
 When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
 That split the night
 And touched the sound of silence

 And in the naked light I saw
 Ten thousand people, maybe more
 People talking without speaking
 People hearing without listening
 People writing songs that voices never share
 And no one dared
 Disturb the sound of silence

 "Fools", said I, "You do not know
 Silence like a cancer grows
 Hear my words that I might teach you
 Take my arms that I might reach you"
 But my words, like silent raindrops fell
 And echoed
 In the wells of silence

 And the people bowed and prayed
 To the neon god they made
 And the sign flashed it's warning
 In the words that it was forming
 And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
 And tenement halls"
 And whispered in the sounds of silence


By Simon and Garfunkel
 
These are films which should, hopefully, alter your perspective on life and things.
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