Friday, April 08, 2005

Popes Up in Smoke

The Popes dead. Yup. Worm Bait. Nothing left of the vessel that carried the soul of the man renown for his liberal/conservativness. Good riddance. Perhaps this next time around we can have someone who is more progressive. Someone with balls bigger than the mice I sell in my pet store. I’m not Christian. Nor catholic. I do respect religion, as long as the message helps people.
Think of religion like the road lines on a highway. You have a center line. You don’t drive the center line. But it does give you the message that this is the way to where you are going. Then, there are the side lines. One on the left and one on the right. Both extreme from the center line. Both serve to direct you a given direction. Both, although lines, are very different in their message from the center line. All help, as long as the driver is willing to listen.
I’m no Buddhist. I do love the teachings of the Dali lama. He teaches that religion, aside from atheist's, yes, this is a religion too, course, so is eating your shit, right after you eat Mexican food to show your love for all things processed, but he teaches this is the wrong way to enlightenment. The d.l. teaches that all religions can offer each of us something. You just have to make sure you put your happiness first. It’s not selfish. Just realistic. Example, who the fuck are you helping if you are wanting to punch someone in the mouth all the time? Be happy. If you can get there with religion, it has helped. If you can use it to realize we are equals on a plane of reality that should help one weaker than stronger, you’re doing good.
Should we mock religion? Of course. That being said, perhaps Sunday dinner, or Passover meal wouldn’t be the right time to do so. I respect my wife. Enough that I know that the occasional jab at something she is sensitive about is fun and playful. Why is this playful and Pope Hat jokes are taboo? Because, I know that my wife’s imperfections, few as they are, are something she is aware of and I m the only one that can get away with it because I love her dearly and we will be together for some time! Well, if you love da Pope, and you know what he is sensitive about, let him have it! You will be with him a long time and it should be expected. Not to mention, those crazy fuckin Catholics are going to Saint his ass, so now’s your chance before saint jokes are off limits!
Religion is a private matter. I asked my Grandpa B. what religion meant for him. He looked at me. Looked at his watch and replied, “I think Grandma probably has lunch for us, lets go in”. That’s it. The message? “Shut up kid. Religion is that which you hold sacred enough to only say with your inner voice, not your yap”.

Thanks Grandpa

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

To Be, Or Not To Be Unplugged? Fuck You William....

Some live their entire lives as vegetables.

…..So…..
When the machines are pushing and shoving life’s needs in and out, suddenly we should be concerned? Living wills are fuckin stupid. Living on a machine, conscious only of what is dripping out of your nose is stupid. I can’t imagine going through with my wife, what my evil grandmother went through with my grandpa. He had a “wile alive” will. It said no tubes for feeding or respiration I think. Anyway, as you imagine, like that vegetable, Shivo, he held on for almost 10 days. Starved to death, dehydrated to death. Slow. Painful. Murderous to all those involved. Your soul has an “out-of-body” experience. A great man. A veteran and member of the Greatest Generation allowed to painfully die as he though he would wile fighting the Axis of Evil. Fuck-an-A.

…..But…..
I would want my will to be carried out if I was unable to tell those around me what I want. I just hope I die before my lover does. The endless hallways of fear, emptiness would soon chill my soul, choking my breath just under the surface. Please. Let me die first.

…..But….
What if, in the near future, say a day after the let you dive to the underside, they find a “cure” for your malady? Say a solution to the impetus of your destruction? Fuck. The guilt. Kick my balls and call me Susan! Wouldn’t want that for my wife, or my dwindling family.

…..So…
let me die from something more reasonable. An aneurism wile having sex with my wife, two seconds before she travels the flames with me and an hour after my son wins the big lottery and will never work like his father has.

Peace out..