Sometimes I Feel Like Jesus Christ . . . Sometimes I Don't . . . (Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor . . .)

Meshuggah and Hockey had to have been invented at the same time . . . cause they go so well together . . .

I've often wondered how Jesus felt when all the people He knew denied they knew Him . . . or how He feels when we forget He exists . . .

I think I've gotten a better understand of this over the past couple of weeks . . .

It's amazing that humans have the capacity to remember dates, moments, nostalgia, pop culture, memories, etc. and cannot remember the face of a friend that is right in front of them, nor can they remember the countless number of times when that friend has been a "friend indeed" and not a "friend in need".

I understand that humans are flawed, I understand what it is to have a hectic life or a screwed up brain but I still can't wrap mine around how we can forget the very words that come out of our mouths or how to appreciate the things that we are given . . .

Again this brings me back to the notion of the increasing materiality of the human condition . . .

It seems that we have lost all respect for the man who is able to sacrifice his time, energy, and patience and in turn gained a shameful respect for money.

Again I have to ponder the fact that intelligence, competency, and even one's inherent personality and nature are now solely dependant on the contents of one's wallet and not the contents of the heart or soul.

America is in a state of economic fallow. The last time this happened in our country, a greater resolve of the human spirit was fostered in the wake of mass suicide and psychological depression. Neighbors broke bread with neighbors, lended the helping hand, and expanded communities to welcome the down-trodden and less fortunate. I fear that history is repeating itself in some sort of alternate reality, in which we have sacrificed our humanity and the history of which we "pride" ourselves on for a couple more moments in the sun . . .

Are we not supposed to be the products of evolution? Are we not supposed to "Learn from the past to influence the future"? Moreover, are we so shallow, self-absorbed, and greedy that we would beg for empathy only to refuse the same to another? If our "great country" endured the same economic and social trauma through perseverance and a general regard for one's fellow man, how much more should we be mindful of the "great heritage" of our "great country"?

I daresay that the root problem causing so much strife throughout our nation is a lack of social reform.

For the record I don't expect a nationwide gathering at every meeting house in America tomorrow. I would like to see a greater majority of Americans with some sort of philosophical backbone, not so easily swayed by the popular vote. A nation of thinkers, speakers, doers who put stock in action and not words (they are a dime a dozen).

Bullshit seems not only commonplace but expected, accepted, and praised . . . how are we to accomplish anything?

People ask me why I don't talk, why I am so quiet and I am tempted to reply, "Because I'm too busy doing something to talk about what I'm doing."

It seems that the American Spirit has been watered down . . . we are no longer the industrious nation we once were. Moreover, we have lost the one thing that made this country great . . . integrity.

It is now OK to not complete things, it's acceptable to slack off, it's not popular to be hard-working, ambitious, self-motivated, honest, or even task-orientated . . .

Ignorance is bliss and will earn you the ear of every sorry sod this side of the Mississippi . . .

I often wish there were a way to stop the world and maintain the consciousness of everyone in the world, climb to the highest point on Earth with the biggest loudspeaker known to man and scream at the top of my lungs, "WE ARE ALL RETARDED!!!!!!!!" and at that moment it would happen . . .

Every man, woman, child, and whatever-the-hell would turn, look at the next and completely drop their ego. They would no longer look at the cars, the women, the wallet, or the job to determine the validity of the person. Actions would truly speak louder than words and the ones who did not conform to this simple anecdote would be the minority, the out-cast, the unwanted . . . let natural selection have it's way . . .

Crazy Little Thing Called "_ _ _ _"? (Part I)

I wonder if we've replaced our hearts with ATM's . . . if the investment of our love must be shown as cash deposits . . . If this notion of "love" is an emotion, intangible without a means of material expression, should we not replace the phrase with "mutual economic advancement" or in even simpler terms "legal prostitution"?
Maybe it’s just me, and maybe I’m just jealous or angry or jaded or just plain old incapable . . . but this thing cannot be based on money alone . . . there has to be a reason why we are willing to hold each other up with stacks of paper that mean nothing without precious metals and a system that dictates the value of such. There has to be a reason why we think that pornography is wrong and marriage is right . . .
I mean, if a relationship is nothing more than a way to make banking easier, if “love” is nothing more than “I have sex with you because you pay my rent” or “If I pay this bill, will you let me get in your pants”, why don’t we just cut the shit and call a spade a spade? Why is it illegal for women (or men) to sell themselves to others for a matter of hours or even a night but it is commonplace for a woman (or man) to spend the rest of their natural lives locked into a sexual tug-of-war based on finance and social standing?
I can say, without a doubt that the majority of my relationships with women have been tainted with the notion that I would provide their every material fantasy. It is a sad actuality, but an actuality nonetheless. In fact, the minute, second, hour that I withheld funds or did not supply a certain service, the relationship crumbled as if built on shoddy foundation. ::hint,hint, nudge, nudge::
Furthermore, the purest of these relationship have been based on one principle, my ability to treat said women with an unparalleled respect . . . chivalry, if you will. This leads me to ask: Is chivalry truly dead or am I just obsolete? ::laughs::
Yet even this point ends bittersweet when I consider the fact that none of these relationships have been spiritually, sexually, emotionally, or financially fulfilling to me. The question now becomes: Is it [love] worth it?
I have not lived enough years or lifetimes to answer this question and this dissertation is far from over, but I leave these thoughts to be criticized openly, in hopes that through chastisement a definitive answer to an infinite query can be found . . .