For today's post, here is the link in case anyone wants to read up on the following people described.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Phelps#Democratic_Party
I was reading the online bio on Nathan Lane today and somehow managed to get to the page about Fred Phelps.
For those of you out there who don't know who that is, he is the leader of the controversial church known as the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC). His main movement is called, "God Hates Fags". Naturally he is largely considered to simply be a hateful man who feels that since he can't understand love in any form, he must condemn what many see as "unnatural".
I am all about freedom of speech, beliefs, whatever. But this man is what I can consider to be my only exception. When I was in New York a week ago, I saw a picture on a subway wall. It said, "Don't like gay marriage? Don't get gay married." And later I saw it all over the city. The message is plain and simple, if you don't like what I'm doing, then don't do it. No one is forcing you to do otherwise, no one is even forcing you to accept it. It is simply requested of you to maintain a sense of dignity and calm in situations which you feel disconnected from.
Fred Phelps is incapable of doing such. And his family is just like him. His children I can only partly blame for their actions, for they were not responsible for the environment in which they were raised. But they are adults now, they are free to make their own decisions, and by going around the country and preaching that God hates Fags, they are proving their own ignorance.
I've never read the Bible, I really haven't ever felt the need to. But I'm pretty sure that no wear in it are the words, "I, God, do hereby state, that some of my own children. The ones that I created, are evil. Because WHEN I created them in my own image, somehow I fucked up and now there are all these freaks out there that are falling in love. The absolute horror of it all! Therefore there shall be a movement, in which the rest of my children the good ones will make sure to spread the word that I hate myself, for aren't all of children a part of me? That's right, I hate myself! And thou shalt be forced to listen to them, and thou shalt have to like it! Because I am God and I and my children are always right!"
Yeah pretty sure that wasn't in there. I know that at some part of it, being gay is said to be a bad thing. But this book, be you a follower of it or not. Was also written a very long time ago. The fact is that we are different, we evolved (scientifically proven no matter what Creationists say) and I think we're the better for it. I also happen to think that if we hadn't developed so many ways to keep people alive and screw up Darwinism as much as possible, most of these haters would have long ago died out as a part of natural selection. But that's judgement on my part, which is wrong because I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to do that (11th commandment). So if that's wrong of me, then isn't it wrong for Phelps to do it?
And by the way, if gay is in the bible, then that means that even back then that was an option for some people. And so if it's not a product of the newer generation full of opportunities and all that, then what's to say that it wasn't always part of God's plan? Better yet, why would God decide to hate on what He created in the first place? And why would it have survived all these years of hate, and persecution, and paranoia?
I don't have all the answers. I don't claim to. I merely claim my right of freedom of speech by saying that I am angry, so angry, that people would hurt, with words or fists, those who are simply trying to find their meaning in life, their true loves, whatever it is that they are looking for. I am angry, but I am also appealing to whatever shred of compassion that may be in their very souls, I appeal to their utter humanity. I hope to God that they can find it within themselves not to hate their brothers and sisters, to accept them for what they are. Children of God, or the Universe, or whatever there may be out there; just like everyone else on the world, and maybe even the ones beyond. I am angry, but I don't hate them.
All I can say is that if there is a Hell? I don't think it's for those who love like others can't understand. I think it's for those who are looking for pain, looking to cause it, who secretly want it and so will only doom themselves to it. It makes me sad that that would be the path they would choose for themselves. But not sad enough that I would stop being angry with them.
Lys
P.S. By the way, I was going to end it with humility and all but I'm still a kid myself so I think I've still got some leeway here and as part of my whole being angry and all... Shirley Phelps-Roper has this church column thing where she writes responses to letters and stuff. All I've got to say to her on that note is,
"Dear Shirley,
Go blow it out your ass!"
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Apparently I'm Awful
Okie dokie, so nothing really interesting has actually happened to me recently, hence the lack of posts. But I got bored cleaning out my room so here I am, literally talking about nothing. For anyone around the Seattle area reading this, and officially that means the 8 of you who are, the Blue Angels did their show today... again... And may I just ask why they feel the need to practice for two days and then do their show? I mean they're basically just doing the show three times, except they're considered mildly annoying the first two times by most of the people forced to listen to the roaring of their engines, and then they're really frickin annoying after that since that's when people decide to show up to watch them, and that means clogging up traffic so bad that I have to spend the whole day out of the house to escape it all. They do this show every.single.year. And I think they do it everywhere around the country, so why do they need so much practice I wonder? Whatever their deal is, it's just annoying to me, the first time was cool, but that was like 7 years ago, cool has long ago been left behind in the dust.
So on to the title of this post. My little sister is my little sister, so I have to love her, I get that. But what I really hate is how she takes my things. I know, I know, everyone always tells me that that is just what sisters do, and I would be FINE with that if that was all she did. But with all due respect to my little sis, her boobs are like 5 cup sizes bigger than mine. It sucks because by all fairness she's littler than me, so her boobs should be too. Whatever, God just hates me on that one, but still her boobs are bigger than my shirts can handle, so I keep losing clothes. And my makeup disappears, along with my books, my perfumes, pretty much anything that is portable in my room and bathroom. Plus she has this thing where she will NOT close the door after using my bathroom, or put.down.the.damn.toilet.seat. It's the little things that bug the shit out of me because she KNOWS that I hate it and so she does it just to piss me off. So naturally I get mad, and I mean, what sane person wouldn't? I'm constantly losing things I like and nothing ever gets done about it. So today I lost it again when she decided to give me everything back. Wait, it gets better! She gave it all back, at once, and in a giant pile in my room. And apparently, according to my mother, it's my responsibility to put it all away. So basically I get punished for her being a thief. Again I get a little upset at this because it is KINDA unfair. And as a result, I get labeled as "awful" by said mother. And she says that she can't win, she can't? SOOOOO, rather than keep my cool, we have a little shouting match in which I try to make my point, and she doesn't listen to any of it, my dad gets mad at me because it's all my fault (right dad because you never get mad about anything), and then I go upstairs and start shoveling at the pile of shit on my floor. And then when I got bored of that I go dump all my personal problems on the Internet, where everything is safe...
And there you go, my life in my perfectly normal and horribly dysfunctional family. And so my problems are passed onto you, and don't you feel better for it?
Lys
Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice, I succumbed to peer pressure and put up adds on my blog, I have now become an annoying blogger who has adds on her blog. Whoot!
Ok, now, I'm done.
So on to the title of this post. My little sister is my little sister, so I have to love her, I get that. But what I really hate is how she takes my things. I know, I know, everyone always tells me that that is just what sisters do, and I would be FINE with that if that was all she did. But with all due respect to my little sis, her boobs are like 5 cup sizes bigger than mine. It sucks because by all fairness she's littler than me, so her boobs should be too. Whatever, God just hates me on that one, but still her boobs are bigger than my shirts can handle, so I keep losing clothes. And my makeup disappears, along with my books, my perfumes, pretty much anything that is portable in my room and bathroom. Plus she has this thing where she will NOT close the door after using my bathroom, or put.down.the.damn.toilet.seat. It's the little things that bug the shit out of me because she KNOWS that I hate it and so she does it just to piss me off. So naturally I get mad, and I mean, what sane person wouldn't? I'm constantly losing things I like and nothing ever gets done about it. So today I lost it again when she decided to give me everything back. Wait, it gets better! She gave it all back, at once, and in a giant pile in my room. And apparently, according to my mother, it's my responsibility to put it all away. So basically I get punished for her being a thief. Again I get a little upset at this because it is KINDA unfair. And as a result, I get labeled as "awful" by said mother. And she says that she can't win, she can't? SOOOOO, rather than keep my cool, we have a little shouting match in which I try to make my point, and she doesn't listen to any of it, my dad gets mad at me because it's all my fault (right dad because you never get mad about anything), and then I go upstairs and start shoveling at the pile of shit on my floor. And then when I got bored of that I go dump all my personal problems on the Internet, where everything is safe...
And there you go, my life in my perfectly normal and horribly dysfunctional family. And so my problems are passed onto you, and don't you feel better for it?
Lys
Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice, I succumbed to peer pressure and put up adds on my blog, I have now become an annoying blogger who has adds on her blog. Whoot!
Ok, now, I'm done.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
F**k this S**t
So here's a lesson on the maturity of a child.
If you're a member of the age group 0-10, suck it up; your parents may actually know something about how to keep you safe, alive, and marginally healthy.
If you're a member of the age group 10-12, yeah we get it life sucks and everyone is out to get you. Again I hate to say it, but suck it up, think of it this way, once you finally hit 18 your life is yours and it really isn't that far away.
Age group 12-16, parents suck, it's a fact, they say they know what your going through, but unless they were teenage parents and were teenagers in the last 15-20 years or so, not buying it. They don't know anything, the world is vast and it keeps on spinning; spreading out new ideas, inventions, I pads, and god knows what else, so no environment for a kid stays the same for long. And it is a fact that when the environment is different, no childhood is even close to the same, just because your parents went through puberty 30 years ago doesn't mean that they were affected in the same way. So when they say that they know how it feels, you can either take a page from my book and show them absolutely no respect by verbally kicking their asses, or take a different page from my book and mentally stew about and let the resentment fester. Probably both of those scenarios will end badly, but either way you will know that in the end you, or rather I, was right.
Now for my age group, 16-18. Parents still suck, but at least now we're old enough to know that while we still may act like children a good percentage of the time, the rest of the time we're well on our way to being adults and we would like to be treated accordingly. If you're my parents in this case, that involves putting me in a cell made of pretend caring, but it doesn't have to always be that way. Find your own way of making noise, yell, scream, blow something up. Whatever you do, prove them right and show them just how immature you are, but at the same time, get your point across that you want to be treated differently. It may not happen overnight, there may be a good deal of hurt feelings, you may even fail. But the effort has to be made, and somehow, someday, we.will.win! And the world will be a better place for it.
And now for the last age group, 18-till the rest of your life. I'm not there yet, so I don't know how I will feel when the time comes, but try to remember this, you were a kid once, so yeah things may change but for a while there everything sucked. Life was a teeter-totter of hormones and voice cracks, Halo and spoiling. I have lost count of how many people I know have said that they will be better parents than their own when they grow up, and maybe that will be so, but I can almost guarantee that at some point, your future kids (should you go crazy and have them) will hate you and scream and shout and find whatever outlets they can for personal freedom. So the only advice I can give to you is, enjoy your remaining childish impulses while they last, screw up your lives for a good decade or so, or maybe even be the most hated goody-two-shoes that you can, whatever. Whatever happens, happens. Remember what you're thinking and feeling every time you do something silly or serious, write it down, make up a song, create a documentary, whatever. Make sure that when the time comes, you can find a way to recapture those feelings down the road, and maybe your kids will hate you just a little less. And maybe the world will be a better place in the end. Maybe. Or maybe it'll just get a LOT worse. But it's worth a shot isn't it?
Think on it,
Lys
If you're a member of the age group 0-10, suck it up; your parents may actually know something about how to keep you safe, alive, and marginally healthy.
If you're a member of the age group 10-12, yeah we get it life sucks and everyone is out to get you. Again I hate to say it, but suck it up, think of it this way, once you finally hit 18 your life is yours and it really isn't that far away.
Age group 12-16, parents suck, it's a fact, they say they know what your going through, but unless they were teenage parents and were teenagers in the last 15-20 years or so, not buying it. They don't know anything, the world is vast and it keeps on spinning; spreading out new ideas, inventions, I pads, and god knows what else, so no environment for a kid stays the same for long. And it is a fact that when the environment is different, no childhood is even close to the same, just because your parents went through puberty 30 years ago doesn't mean that they were affected in the same way. So when they say that they know how it feels, you can either take a page from my book and show them absolutely no respect by verbally kicking their asses, or take a different page from my book and mentally stew about and let the resentment fester. Probably both of those scenarios will end badly, but either way you will know that in the end you, or rather I, was right.
Now for my age group, 16-18. Parents still suck, but at least now we're old enough to know that while we still may act like children a good percentage of the time, the rest of the time we're well on our way to being adults and we would like to be treated accordingly. If you're my parents in this case, that involves putting me in a cell made of pretend caring, but it doesn't have to always be that way. Find your own way of making noise, yell, scream, blow something up. Whatever you do, prove them right and show them just how immature you are, but at the same time, get your point across that you want to be treated differently. It may not happen overnight, there may be a good deal of hurt feelings, you may even fail. But the effort has to be made, and somehow, someday, we.will.win! And the world will be a better place for it.
And now for the last age group, 18-till the rest of your life. I'm not there yet, so I don't know how I will feel when the time comes, but try to remember this, you were a kid once, so yeah things may change but for a while there everything sucked. Life was a teeter-totter of hormones and voice cracks, Halo and spoiling. I have lost count of how many people I know have said that they will be better parents than their own when they grow up, and maybe that will be so, but I can almost guarantee that at some point, your future kids (should you go crazy and have them) will hate you and scream and shout and find whatever outlets they can for personal freedom. So the only advice I can give to you is, enjoy your remaining childish impulses while they last, screw up your lives for a good decade or so, or maybe even be the most hated goody-two-shoes that you can, whatever. Whatever happens, happens. Remember what you're thinking and feeling every time you do something silly or serious, write it down, make up a song, create a documentary, whatever. Make sure that when the time comes, you can find a way to recapture those feelings down the road, and maybe your kids will hate you just a little less. And maybe the world will be a better place in the end. Maybe. Or maybe it'll just get a LOT worse. But it's worth a shot isn't it?
Think on it,
Lys
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