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Churchboy curb stomp
15 years ago
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Now, there are a few types of people I REALLY enjoy getting nasty with. But church folk isn't one of them. I strongly support people finding religion because it's one thing that gives people guidelines and goals and can make people happy. Even if it isn't my religion if it brings people comfort and helps them do good things then I support it.
But...
Some people push it and that's what happened here. I'm asleep, I have been having nightmares and not resting well. So they ring the doorbell. Mom is upstairs figuring it's the UPS guy and doesn't come downstairs because with her paralasys it's not worth the risk. They ring again. And again. And again. Finally she goes down and gets the door and it's a couple church guys with fliers. She politely tells them that she didn't answer the door because she's disabled, she's hurting, and it's not polite to sit and continuously ringing the doorbell.
"Oh, well, since we have you here..."
Then I get involved. Right out of bed, hearing the talk outside, and being rather crabby I go about my business. Many people do things quietly and gently. But that aint my way. My way is LOUD and NASTY! When they don't shove off I begin to get personal.
"First off, I'm Indian and I don't like people coming around bugging me trying to get me to change my beliefs! You and your kind hunted us to damn near extinction because we didn't take your Bible seriously enough. It didn't matter that we tried to meet you half way. It didn't matter when we began to show how much in common we have. We have ten commandments too, and they have a lot in common with YOURS! And has it ever occurred to you assholes that God created such a diverse population here for a reason? We all share the same goals, fight off bad and evil, right? We just do it in our own different ways. Christians, Catholics, Jews, Indians, you name it. Ever consider we're all like the armed forces of the spiritual world and that MAYBE by pushing so hard you're going AGAINST God's will? Now get lost before I getcha lost! Or do you want me to go down to your church and talk to whoever is in charge there because I wont be so friendly!"
It made me think about another churchy type I turned my back on about a year ago. He got on my case about my attitude, my anger, because he thought I was picking on his little buddy. HIs little buddy is a close friend to one of those foxy boxers I dislike so much. So he and I argued about how I was acting towards the little spud and he began getting preachy. Telling me how I didn't WANT to see what hell was like.
"Shit... I looked into the pits of hell and it spit in my eye. What business do you have preaching about hell to me when you havent seen any yourself."
The more he pushed, the more I pushed, and the more I pushed the more self righteous and proud he got. Ever watch "Gran Turino"? You know that preacher kid? Smug, standing tall with his nose in the air all holier than thou. He KNOWS I'm not Christian, it isn't my beliefs. Pride... one of his seven deadly sins. Humble before God but putting himself higher than those who disagree with him. He used one of my own phrases against me. "If you see someone doing something bad don't sit back and let it happen. DO SOMETHING!" and because I was picking on his friend who was feeling picked on bcause I was pickin' on his pookie THAT was when he decided to take action.
"Shit... where were you when I needed a friend? When I was crashin' and burnin'?"
"Sorry I wasn't there for you as a friend. (I never held it against him until this point)" and when it came to debating sins and the sins of these people vs my own sins he kept throwing the phrase out "Love the sinner, hate the sin."
Nice passive stance there, Ghandi. My way is "Love the sinner, FIGHT the sin." Not to sit there and let someone sin. Love the sinner... hate the fraggin' sin. Might as well say "Well, I know you murdered children after raping them, robbed banks and stole money from hard working people, throw your trash out the window, use too much foul language, and aren't a good Christian but... I love you!"
Yeah... that will change things. Nobody will be hurt by that guy from now on because ALL the bad people of the world shed a tear and change when told "I love you". Sometimes people need a kick in the ASS to get knocked in line. Sometimes an asskickin' is what a person NEEDS to BE saved.
I'm becoming rather jaded with this whole religion thing. I got my own beliefs. Anyone doesn't like 'em has a choice. Either accept it... or get the fuck out of my way.
Mr. Angry has spoken...er... ranted.
But...
Some people push it and that's what happened here. I'm asleep, I have been having nightmares and not resting well. So they ring the doorbell. Mom is upstairs figuring it's the UPS guy and doesn't come downstairs because with her paralasys it's not worth the risk. They ring again. And again. And again. Finally she goes down and gets the door and it's a couple church guys with fliers. She politely tells them that she didn't answer the door because she's disabled, she's hurting, and it's not polite to sit and continuously ringing the doorbell.
"Oh, well, since we have you here..."
Then I get involved. Right out of bed, hearing the talk outside, and being rather crabby I go about my business. Many people do things quietly and gently. But that aint my way. My way is LOUD and NASTY! When they don't shove off I begin to get personal.
"First off, I'm Indian and I don't like people coming around bugging me trying to get me to change my beliefs! You and your kind hunted us to damn near extinction because we didn't take your Bible seriously enough. It didn't matter that we tried to meet you half way. It didn't matter when we began to show how much in common we have. We have ten commandments too, and they have a lot in common with YOURS! And has it ever occurred to you assholes that God created such a diverse population here for a reason? We all share the same goals, fight off bad and evil, right? We just do it in our own different ways. Christians, Catholics, Jews, Indians, you name it. Ever consider we're all like the armed forces of the spiritual world and that MAYBE by pushing so hard you're going AGAINST God's will? Now get lost before I getcha lost! Or do you want me to go down to your church and talk to whoever is in charge there because I wont be so friendly!"
It made me think about another churchy type I turned my back on about a year ago. He got on my case about my attitude, my anger, because he thought I was picking on his little buddy. HIs little buddy is a close friend to one of those foxy boxers I dislike so much. So he and I argued about how I was acting towards the little spud and he began getting preachy. Telling me how I didn't WANT to see what hell was like.
"Shit... I looked into the pits of hell and it spit in my eye. What business do you have preaching about hell to me when you havent seen any yourself."
The more he pushed, the more I pushed, and the more I pushed the more self righteous and proud he got. Ever watch "Gran Turino"? You know that preacher kid? Smug, standing tall with his nose in the air all holier than thou. He KNOWS I'm not Christian, it isn't my beliefs. Pride... one of his seven deadly sins. Humble before God but putting himself higher than those who disagree with him. He used one of my own phrases against me. "If you see someone doing something bad don't sit back and let it happen. DO SOMETHING!" and because I was picking on his friend who was feeling picked on bcause I was pickin' on his pookie THAT was when he decided to take action.
"Shit... where were you when I needed a friend? When I was crashin' and burnin'?"
"Sorry I wasn't there for you as a friend. (I never held it against him until this point)" and when it came to debating sins and the sins of these people vs my own sins he kept throwing the phrase out "Love the sinner, hate the sin."
Nice passive stance there, Ghandi. My way is "Love the sinner, FIGHT the sin." Not to sit there and let someone sin. Love the sinner... hate the fraggin' sin. Might as well say "Well, I know you murdered children after raping them, robbed banks and stole money from hard working people, throw your trash out the window, use too much foul language, and aren't a good Christian but... I love you!"
Yeah... that will change things. Nobody will be hurt by that guy from now on because ALL the bad people of the world shed a tear and change when told "I love you". Sometimes people need a kick in the ASS to get knocked in line. Sometimes an asskickin' is what a person NEEDS to BE saved.
I'm becoming rather jaded with this whole religion thing. I got my own beliefs. Anyone doesn't like 'em has a choice. Either accept it... or get the fuck out of my way.
Mr. Angry has spoken...er... ranted.
Resurface your old one... I know a shop that can do it locally to me. Is Colorado really that lame with cars?
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Well stroked. Durn...I wanted to be there to witness that scene.
I remember years ago when Mormon missionaries basically strongarmed Cathy to get into the basement apartment. They did the "small talk" then asked that since I was married into a Mormon family, why I hadn't converted. "Freedom of religion, freedom of choice" I replied. "Not good enough" the missionary replied.
Strike one.
"Because it's my mother's wish."
"Not good enough."
Strikes two and a half.
"We intend to have you baptized by the end of the month" the missionary proclaimed.
The wind-up.
"Well...th' day y'show up t'dunk me, I hope y'bring friends and guns."
"Whatever it takes," and he WASN'T bullshittin'.
OH...down goes Frazier.
I open the bottom right hand drawer of my desk and Cathy jumped up stating they had to leave. They scrammed before I hauled out that machete (for self-defense).
Here at stately Addlesee Manor, I let Dad have fun with Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses that have the lack of intelligence to ring the doorbell.
Just how those dicks were acting reminded me of an old former friend. Madder I got the more proud and holier than thou he got. It began to look like when Clint Eastwood was telling the preacher in confessional.
One day the guy will be standing there, probably preaching, and say "Ol' Rich told me I had a lot to learn about life. Boy was he right."
They are something the biker communities call "Feebs" as in feeble.
Once again people have proven my point that those who preach religious tolerance are rarely tolerant themselves. I was just thinking about this yesterday due to the holiday coming up and how people (especially religious ones) are starting to act towards others. I myself don't have an issue with religion, it's those that follow it blindly or twist it that I do.
On the other hand, couldn't agree with
There's one Muslim constantly jibbering "Depicting Prophet Mo is not religious tolerance and blah blah blah.". I ended up asking him "Why should I tolerate you and your religion when you constantly justifying what your kinds been doing to people of different religions/faith. Mind you, I am a Buddhist and I am not forgetting about what your kind been doing in Afganistan and many places around the world. You are as bad as the Commies on my book.". The difference, I speak against the Commies (Since I am a Chinese / Taiwanese, if you don't understand, go read some history!!!) before and after the Olympic thing, and the "Holier than thou" & "Tolerant" Muslim would not stick his neck out speaking against atrocities commited in the name of Mo.
Simply put, tolerance (or furthermore, respect) is a mutual thing. Don't ask me to show tolerance and respect to the scumbags who wants to see me (or my kind in any aspects from race to philosophy and so on) suffer. That is for the saints and holy man and I am none of these.
In this neighborhood, it works on everyone except kids with boxes of stale candy (who are routinely lied to and told they're not soliciting before hitting the streets).
By the way, what are your ten commandments? I don't recall ever hearing them, before?
No one ever knocked on our door trying to convert us for the rest of the time I lived in that house. It's like they warned all the other missionaries about me.
God "Well I WAS there. I gave him an army with all the weapons needed to permanently end this evil and... he just sort of dropped to his knees and prayed for help. You should have seen this joker... he won a sporting event and thanks ME for it, as if I go around pointing at people saying "You can do it, but you can't. Like all those boxers who thank me for giving them the strength to fight as if I was their trainer and I was the one who altered his muscle density and metabolism. It wasn't me, he just started to excersize."