Tuesday, December 27, 2011

So, let me get this straight.

Everyone else is permitted to traipse around dropping their opinions, no matter how dimwitted, and yet I'm the one walking on eggshells. Not to say that I am the source of all knowledge past , present, and future, but surely I am able to speak? Well, yes. Of course I am. But not without nosy, no-lifes who thrive on hunting those who they can pull down to their level with their entrapments of getting you to second-guess your own intelligence that they only wish they possessed, all the while reeling in their own maniacal sense of false security. Deep, deep down, they know. They know how weak-minded they are. They know how confused they have become over time, and they only nurture the wound with more poison. The poison of the tongue that flies quickly with no thought (or certainly not enough), wildly spreading words of witless naivety like wildfire. They can no longer stop themselves, and anyone who's brave enough to tackle that battle gets sent home with the guilt of possibly hurting another one's feelings. I call bullshit. If so many people have tried to force-feed you spoonfuls of the "think-before-you-speak" elixir, then don't you think you ought to take it? Yes, it's nasty. But are not the words that spill out of your mouth constantly? Or do you sugarcoat your own vomit?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

In Jesus' Name. . .

"Let us be deceitful.
Let us be conniving.
Let us act as though nothing evil is taking place.
Let us smile in the faces of one another.
Let us lie heinously.
Let us be secretive and secluded.
Let us rob another of shelter.
Let us be justifiably greedy.
Let us giveth and taketh away with a false sense of authority.
Let us be cruel.
Let us be Hellish...

and please,
let us get away with it.

In Jesus' name,
Amen."

Such is the prayer of some who warm the frontmost pews.