Evangelizing Porn Stars (Part Two)

Introductory Comments

I feel the need to begin this piece by introducing myself, you know, just in case someone should be reading this piece and not knowing much about my long extended history out on the internet, fail to understand what the hell I am going on about, because what I have to say will not put into proper context.

Who am I? Or perhaps for the benefit of those really doubtful types I could rephrase the question as ‘Who do I claim to be?’ I would answer that question by saying that I am the one who called down God when I was fifteen years old, or I could answer by saying ‘I am the prophet of YAHWEH.’ Now I know what people think, which is that God, should any such God actually exist, is such a notoriously scrooge like bastard that the possibility of anyone actually ‘calling down God’ is quite fat fetched. After all people have spent thousands of years, yes ages and epochs of time trying to ‘call down God’, and as every scientist and other atheists on the planet will remind everyone, that experiment has always proven to be a dismal failure.

Therefore allow me to explain a few things. When I was fifteen, when I was at Banff National Park, one evening I decided to ‘call down God’, just to determine once and for all whether or not there was some God around who might help me with this planetary left wing revolution I was planning. You see, it made perfect sense to me that if God existed then it must the case that God is righteous, and so therefore if a person was planning to destroy a system of ruthless oppression and save the starved babies and liberate the plundered and sacked ‘third world’ then it just logically followed that you could ask God for help with a project like that one and you would be sure and certain to get some help, because the cause was just and entirely righteous and God must also be just and entirely righteous.

Well after praying three times and not getting any answer, I gave up in hopeless despair, and right there and then I resigned myself to the fact that there was no God, which was obvious because when you couldn’t even get an answer from God when you were planning a global left wing revolution, a very righteous and worthy cause, then it was obvious that there was no God, since no God that actually existed would ever refuse to help out with a holy and sacred project like that one. It was at that moment that I released my last hope in God, never to return to it again for the rest of my life, and then with great anger I resolved at that moment, that the rest of my life would be devoted to assembling a revolutionary army some damned way or another.

It was then that I felt something like ice cold water which seemed to ‘rain down’ from the top of the inside of my head. It then overflowed down the back of my neck, and then suddenly to my shocked surprise my neck muscles began to contract and my head was involuntarily lifted upwards. There in the sky above me was this luminous stationary circular object. The object suddenly accelerated and disappeared behind a small patch of cloud a short distance away, and then the cloud dissolved, and there was nothing there. It resembled a magic stunt. The object then reappeared a minute or two later, rising above the tops of the pines, this time much more brilliant and much closer, and because of refraction it appeared to have four long spikes of light radiating out of it and the humidity in the air caused it to appear as though it was surrounded by a shimmering rainbow.

I wrote a letter to a B.C. magazine and they published a sketch of this object. (Link to the scanned gif images are here The cover ... Page One ... Page Two My letter begins with the words, "Sir. The night of August 18th, 1974...etc) I also made an animation of the stationary object that darted into the cloud. (Link to the Real Media File ).

Now I do not work alone. I have friends in high places. Very high places. As I always tell people, if you want to confirm that what I just described to is a true story and actually did happen, you only need to join me some evening, since I am always at work, and I always have lots of company. As I tell people, they know a lot over the CIA and the Pentagon and at Military Intelligence, because you see I am real easy to spy upon since I am just sitting outside discussing whatever it is I feel I need to discuss and getting the required feedback from my friends in high places, so its not like they ever needed to send in some mole to penetrate my organization, because nothing is happening in secret here and it is all happening right out in the open.

So therefore, as I said, anyone who would like to blow the cover on this supposedly ‘top secret’ or ‘highly classified information’ is welcome to do so, doing it in the same way as they did it at the CIA or the Pentagon, by just showing up and watching the light show. Bring your own lawn chair. If however you wish to behave like, say, for example, our scientists behave, and you choose to debunk without actually doing any empirical research or gathering any data, in otherwords if you choose to be a hypocrite then can I suggest that you just shut the fuck up.

Personally I am just sick and tired of all this insane, not to mention completely pointless, ruthless oppression, and so therefore whenever anyone anywhere gets the fucked up idea in their head to try to shut me down by resorting to such hypocritical tactics it is my attention to tell such people to either pull their head out of their asshole or just shut the fuck up. Shit or get off the pot. If you don’t want to shit and you don’t want to sit on the pot, then shut the fuck up. Go fuck yourself instead of constantly trying my patience by your idiotic and, at the end of it all, completely pointless attempts to somehow fuck with me.

My ‘nervous breakdown’

I am just now getting over my recent ‘nervous breakdown’ caused by extreme stress, among other things. I put the phrase nervous breakdown in quotes, since I not sure exactly what the clinical diagnosis would be for a ‘nervous breakdown’. If someone becomes hysterical and the insists that they just cannot go on with it for even one more second, and if they then start entertaining all sorts of demented paranoid fantasies while at the same time all of reality around them suddenly doesn’t make any damned sense whatsoever, being a mass of conflicting confusing jig saw puzzle pieces that don’t fit no matter how you try to arrange the fucking things, does that count as a ‘nervous breakdown.’ If it does then I guess that must have been what I was going through for the past month or so, and if not then I guess it must have some other fucking thing.

I feel good this morning, as I am writing this, for the first time in quite a while, because I finally managed to cross over some kind of bridge last night, and then suddenly everything started to make sense to me once again and I was no longer hysterically upset or just wishing I was dead so that I could escape from the inescapable stress, and so on and so on.

It turns out that all I needed to do to be able to heal was to just accept the hideous and seemingly unacceptable fact that I was not going to be able to escape from that perverted and ruinous Babylonian culture by the end of August or perhaps the middle of September at the very latest. How passionately do I hate ‘Babylon’. I will use the name ‘Babylon’ to describe that ruinously fucked up civilization I am forced to endure, and have been forced to endure for about three decades now. That fucking, fucking place. That hive of the most merciless oppressions and twisted warped deviant immorality and cruelty and every other fucking perverse thing I can think of. That fucking hell hole, that ‘Babylon’, how much do I hate thee? Enough to go to hell in a handbasket for the last month simply because I was not going to be able to finally, at long last, be rid of that fucking place once for all by, say, September, at the very latest.

I am now resigned to the fact that I must now wait to finally ruinously destroy Babylonian culture perhaps at the end of the year, or maybe next spring, or perhaps, horrors, next summer. Just how you people ever managed to live in that place I will never know. I go through sheer hell just at the thought of holding my nose for a few extra months and you people have these plans of holding your noses for the rest of your fucked up natural lives. No wonder you people are so completely fucked up.

I plan to deal with my powerful and intense hatred for your culture and your entire civilization by lowering my expectations somewhat over the short term, and I will try to be content by laboring to save Babylonians, one single Babylonian at a time. Just knowing that I can or did save some unfortunate Babylonian from the poisonous noxious fumes of your toxic culture should be enough to cheer me up and keep from having another one of those torturous nervous breakdowns in between now and the time when I finally get to toss a fucking match onto your gasoline soaked civilization and send that fucking place up in the biggest ball of flame in the history of this planet. Until then I will continue my attempts to save a Babylonian here and a Babylonian there, while I also pick up where I left off, and continue my ‘hobby’ by soaking that place over and over and over again with jerry cans filled with gasoline.

Sex

Now I am a very controversial figure in the world of religion, and the big sticking point with me has to do with sex. Sex and the subject of idol worship, which I will get to a little later, these are the two things that make me so damned unpopular with religious people. For that reason I thought that I would begin with a discussion of sex, since I really haven’t said enough about sex, and then I will proceed to supremely piss everyone off later by further discussing that business of how every single ‘god’ on the face of the planet is actually a carved wood block, an idol, that doesn’t budge an inch or so much as fart for thousands of years.

Now to begin with allow me to remind everyone that I am a fag. Yes, that’s right, I am as queer as a three dollar bill. Always have been, still am. I am also a revolutionary. Always have been, still am. The combination of these two things has always gotten me into lots of hot water. You see you cannot be a twelve year old revolutionary queer without getting the living shit beat out of you at school, non-stop, just about every single day, for years and years. Given that revolution pervades every single aspect of my life it was just a given that I was a dedicated revolutionary queer, and like any good soldier for any good cause, not even countless really good poundings was enough to drive me back into some closet. You should keep in mind that at the time I was launching my revolutionary queer career at the age of twelve there wasn’t so much as one other queer around for at least five hundred or a thousand miles, or so it seemed at the time. Apparently all the other queers had migrated to the coast or after watching me getting the revolutionary shit beat out of me they wisely decided to be queer, but not be a revolutionary queer, remaining safely inside those closets so that it would seem that there were no queers in our territory, since they all migrated to the coast.

Well in addition to being a trail blazing revolutionary fag, I was also Romeo, and as it turned out, even being covered with bruises and abrasions and scrapes was not enough to ever get me to stop loving those guys I went to school with. I use the term ‘Romeo’ to distinguish myself from ‘Casanova’, since there is an important distinction to be made here. I was a Romeo, not a Casanova.

Now don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t some monogamous Romeo whose one single dream was that someday maybe I would marry one of those guys and settle down, you know, the white picket fence, the suburbs, just two fags living the American family dream. I am a polygamous promiscuous primate, something along the lines of the Bonobo apes, a closely related primate species. Like the Bonobo I use sexuality as a powerful bonding tool., and like the Bonobo I am not particularly monogamous when it comes to bonding, since I would like to bond with the entire tribe, you know, cementing our affectionate relationships and so on. Now even though I am Romeo, and thus my sexuality is strongly tied to powerful feelings of fondness and affection, there is this complete absence in my personality make up of feelings of jealousy or possessiveness. In short, I am perfectly polygamous primate without so much as a trace of monogamous instincts, and if the truth be told, I deeply abhor the thought of enforced monogamy, which is understandable, since being a sexual revolutionary I abhor all forms of senseless ruthless oppression.

This is where I get in trouble with religion, for it turns out that the charitable impulse of religion extends only so far as to perhaps, sometimes, in some congregation here or there, to accepting me as a real queer but if, and only if, I am in a loving and deeply committed married type relationship with this one other fag that I picked out for myself to be deeply faithful to for the rest of my life.

Apparently this is required by God for some fucking reason no one has ever explained to me, and this causes me to wonder why God, who so loves monogamy, did not create humans to be monogamous, instead of creating them so damned polygamous and then being forced to fix that mistake by sending out preachers to relentlessly and repeatedly and endlessly lecture everyone about monogamy, which is what God wanted but in error did not create, thus making more work for preachers who have to exhaust themselves trying to fix the mistakes of God after the fact. A preachers work is never done, and sometimes I must wonder if our priests and ministers do not at times feel bitter about the extra hard work load, since, as every priest or preacher knows so very well, it is just about damned impossible to get humans to start behaving monogamously. This isn’t a problem for certain types of storks, since they are monogamous by nature, having been born that way, but it is a problem for humans and bonobos and every other type of primate, except for isolated exception, one singular species of monkey that practices life long monogamy without the need to be converted by a ghost, since they are the only monogamous species of primates and thus mate for life because it is their nature to do so.

Now it is said that I cannot be ‘a man of God’, first because I am a revolutionary faggot, which excludes about half of religious people right there from the word go, and second because I am a polygamous promiscuous primate, which then excludes the remaining fifty percent who don’t have a fag problem, but who have a polygamous promiscuous primate problem, since, while they have managed to work their way through that fag problem have not yet managed to work their way through that polygamous promiscuous primate problem. I bet this creates a big problem, and yes, perhaps even a deep, deep sadness in the hearts of some of those religious people, who might, from time to time, be filled with the longing to hug someone and kiss them and love on them, while at the same time knowing that this can never be because God would get so supremely pissed off at them for sinning so terribly by failing at monogamy.

Now it was said that David was a man after God’s own heart. I really don’t know how many women that guy had, but I am sure that it is less than the one thousand women Solomon slept with. Perhaps David stopped at a few dozen. Like I said, I don’t really know, but how every many women David, the promiscuous polygamous primate slept with, somehow it never did get in the way of David being a real man after God’s own heart, or so they always used to say at the time. The same principle holds true of all of the great heroes of the Bible, and you would be hard pressed to find a monogamous one in the bunch, for you see in those days you could be a polygamous promiscuous primate and a man after God’s own heart and it wasn’t an issue back then since no one had yet invented Christianity.

As for myself, I am also one of those ‘men after God’s own heart’ myself, and aside from the occasional fit of hysterics and the odd ‘nervous breakdown’ I have found that I have always done quite well for myself. As for my career as the revolutionary fag, as I discovered, when you just will not stop loving on people, sooner or later they just cannot beat the shit out of your anymore, because after enough time goes by it becomes obvious that no matter how many times you get pounded you are not going to stop being an affectionate polygamous promiscuous queer. As a consequence of this by the time I reached about Grade Eleven I became untouchable and no one could lay a finger on me or even yell insults at me in the hallways at school because that would violate the peer pressure which had banned the practice, you see. I remember, being the fag Romeo that I was, one day swearing before God in heaven that I was going to go on loving every single one of those guys in my school until long after the sun burned out, even until there were no longer stars in the sky, it was just that permanent. I was a remarkably resilient kid, and those guys could not beat the polygamous promiscuous queer out of me no matter how damned hard they tried to do it, and so it certainly wouldn’t be possible for some priest or some preacher to preach the thing out of me, not today, not tomorrow, not after the sun burns out in the sky and not even long after every single solitary star in the sky has died. Just isn’t going to happen, and there is just no point in even making the attempt.

Meet Adam

Who am I? I am the New Adam. Where am I going? I am going back to the Garden of Eden. It is for this reason that I refer to myself as ‘the prophet of YAHWEH’, since YAHWEH is the God of that Garden of Eden, you see.

Now I refer to myself as the New Adam to differentiate myself from the Old Adam, for I am a new creation in YAHWEH. If you are familiar with that really sarcastic parable of the Garden of Eden, which is a commentary on religion and not a creation myth, the Old Adam was living buck naked in the Garden of Eden when along slithered some snake in the grass. Now it turns out that the snake is a real preacher of sorts, and promised to make the Old Adam as ‘wise as God’, and what this meant in actual practice is that the snake would somehow convince Adam that it was required that he cover his dick with a leaf since his dick was the most obscene and filthiest part of his whole body and should therefore be kept covered by a leaf at all times for that very reason. Here we see the key difference between the Old Adam and the New Adam, in that the Old Adam was apparently some kind of a moron and so from that day forward, after having been converted to that point of view by a preaching snake, was only seen in public wearing a leaf to cover his obscene dick. The Old Adam was such a moron that it was then required that this idiot be kicked right out of the Garden of Eden and he hasn’t been back since.

The New Adam is heading back to the Garden of Eden and since wearing a fig leaf gets one kicked out of that place, naturally he will be found heading back with his naked dick swinging in the breeze. As for any snakes he meets along the way he will be telling those snakes to go fuck themselves, and if they keep giving him a problem then he will stomp their snake heads right into the ground, since a snake with a crushed head cannot give anyone a problem, which makes crushing snake heads the most lasting and permanent solution to that problem of having a bunch of snakes blocking the road back to the Garden of Eden by preaching all sorts of nonsense to make people ‘wise like God’ by convincing them to cover their dirty cocks with leaves so their obscene parts will be kept from shocking everyone with their filthy nature.

It is worth noting here that only human beings have obscene cocks and scandalous balls and shocking and disgraceful pussies, and horrifying butts and scandalous tits and so on. For this reason you will never find a fig leaf peddling snake trying to cover the dick of an armadillo with a fig leaf. Apparently such preaching snakes are realistic and know when a project is doable and when it is not doable. Since it really is overly ambitious to attempt to cover the cock of every aardvark and armadillo on the planet with a fig leaf such preaching snakes must confine themselves to more practical efforts, and work on convincing the Old Adam that he needs to cover his shamefully naked cock and balls with a leaf, for, as history illustrates so very well, while that would be a waste of time when it comes to armadillos and every other creature that creeps and crawls on the planet, it has proven to be remarkably effective with the Old Adam.

What this tells us is that the Old Adam is a remarkable moron, for as we know, the birds do it, the bees do it, and even little chickadees and fleas do it. When it is dark on one side of the planet it is light on the other side and therefore if we consider that there must at any given moment of any given day be thousands of acts of flea fucking taking place somewhere on the planet, and then when we add the millions or perhaps even billions of fucks happening in every other species on the planet, perhaps at the rate of millions of fucks per second, it does leave us to wonder why the whole planet is on one nonstop perpetual and continuously constant fuck-a-thon fuck-fest and only that Old Adam and that monogamous wife of his, the Old Eve, have some kind of a problem with having cocks and asses out in the open breeze, especially when you consider the multi multi billions or perhaps even trillions of cocks and pussies there are on this planet, all of which are found out in the open breeze when they are not busily fucking and fucking and fucking away thousands perhaps millions of times every single fucking second of every single fucking fucking day.

I felt that it was necessary to have this discussion because of preacher on the media said that it was so important that Christians have frank discussions about sex instead of being so damned uptight and refusing to talk sex, for this is the only way they are ever going to be able to promote chaste monogamous sex to people. Well I agree that is required that Christians have a frank discussion about sex and so I decided to break the ice, just to get the ball rolling. How am I doing so far. Of course these are church people, which means that I would be addressing here Old Adam and Old Eve and since they remain convinced that what that snake they were listening to told them was quite sensible and very true, and so I imagine that when they were talking about ‘frank sex talk’ they really were not talking about ‘frank sex talk’ but rather they were hoping for something a little less frank, and are probably quite pissed off about it.

The Idols

Now that I have pissed people off, I thought it would be good to proceed ahead full speed and just really piss them off by discussing my next most controversial subject, those carved blocks of woods some people seem to think are ‘gods’, the idols.

I am a man after God’s own heart, and so for that very reason I refuse to have anything at all to do with an idol. You see I wouldn’t want God to think of me as a first class moron and thus ruin a perfectly good friendship. The peddling of those useless blocks of wood I will leave to the real trained professionals, the snakes, and the worship of such carved wood blocks I will leave to Old Adam and Old Eve since apparently that couple are the only ones stupid enough to think that some immobile carved wood block was a god of some kind.

It is with enormous satisfaction that I make note of the fact that the Christians have no god. You see, I am the New Adam, and if I ever found out that YAHWEH had been attending mass or that YAHWEH had been seen going to church it would really piss me off, because you know it is always good when you are part of team to have each member of the team pushing forward toward the same goal, and if some asshole fucks things up by pulling when they should be pushing that would really screw things up. Fortunately, I can quite honestly say that I have no complaints in this regard against God since it turns out that God is a team player and a very loyal and reliable member of the team, which then explains why for thousands and thousands of years over ages and eons of time you would never find God helping out some snake by attending church or showing up at some Muslim Mosque or some Hindu Temple or any other shrine or supposedly holy spot on the face of this planet. You see, that would be counterproductive for it would set back the destruction of religion and its idol worship perhaps by thousands of years which would mean that the whole team would have to go back to square one and leave those two morons, Old Adam and Old Eve to stubbornly and persistently worship a carved wood block for thousands of extra years before maybe, just possibly, they might figure out that it was a carved wood block, or, failing that, so many other people would figure it out that the day would come when you would hardly find a church in all Europe, while they are also busy boarding up such places across America, which is lagging behind a bit when compared to Europe, but should be caught up by around 2150 according to the statistics and the present trends.

Now someone might ask me just how one can find which is the true God and which is some block of wood. The answer to that question is quite obvious. Your carved wood block doesn’t do anything, and even if you waited for a few thousands of years, it still doesn’t do a damn fucking thing, and if you added on a few more thousands of years, just to give that thing some extra time to finally, at long, long last, do some fucking thing or another, it still wouldn’t be long enough, because it was carved wood block and it just isn’t a god and won’t be doing anything even if you extended its time and gave it one billion years to finally have a ‘second coming’ or maybe a first coming, or perhaps its third coming, just depending on how many comings people insist that carved wood block had before in the very very ancient distant distant past.

Carved wood blocks don’t live here. You can tell if any god is an idol because idols are spiritual and thus are found no where close to where you live, but rather live in some place called heaven. You can only meet up with an idol after you have dropped dead, for they are no damned good for anything while you are alive. You can tell if some civilization has an idol because one of the great burning philosophical issues of that idolatrous society will be ‘does the idol actually exist.’ We need to ask such questions of some block of wood because as I said it is a block of wood and has never been known to do even so much as one fucking thing over the ages and epochs of time thus making its very existence the subject of never ending controversy.

You can also recognize when the world is full idols because the world will also be destroyed by a rampage of unchecked and out of control warp minded fucking wickedness, since all of the world’s psychos, the Ted Bundy types, aren’t to worried about that block of wood since apparently they are smarter than everyone else and realize that a block of wood isn’t going to do a damned thing about all their very evil deeds. For this reason you will see the death squads slaughtering thirty thousand El Salvadoreans, or one hundred thousand Guatemalans, or making tens of thousands of Argentinean left wing students up and disappear or doing a wholesale massacre of one million Indonesian leftists, just to give a few examples of the more recent acts of depraved warp minded wickedness on the loose on this planet, which can then be added onto a long history of madness and evil and wickedness which is characteristic of the age of the reign of the idols.

This brings us to consider another unique attribute of the idols, which is their sacred divine mystery. Christianity gives us one of the classic examples of this sort of thing, in that their idol is really nice, a loving, loving parent figure, just like your mom, who like a kind parent gives out loaves and fishes to his children, just like your mom would if she saw you hungry for a loaf or a fish. At the same time the Christian idol is steeped in deep and divine mysteries, the real mystery here being why it is the case that this idol is in no way whatsoever like your mom, and if you need a loaf or a fish then you can just starve to death by your millions before that mysterious scrooge will ever act like your mom and hand out loaves and fishes. So you can see that they mystery of the idols encapsulates the contradiction between sacred dogma, the divine truth of church doctrine, which must be absolutely correct because, you see, it is dogmatic doctrine and can be backed up something called ‘a scripture’, which makes it even more authoritative when you do that, and the conflicting reality of actual empirically observed and lived out experience which tells us, quite mysteriously it turns out, that the church is completely full of fucking shit. When people worship and idol and uphold its unquestionable sacred dogmas and scriptures they involve themselves in such divine mysteries all the time as some pile of falsehoods and complete horseshit constantly comes into serious conflict with the actual truth, which is not found in books but out in the real world. Therefore if people are going to keep their idols they must learn to somehow ‘embrace the mystery of the gods’ since the only alternative would be to throw that god of theirs down a sewer. Therefore for this reason you will find that the idols are always deeply mysterious, in a healthy way that challenges our spirits to grow more the more we trust in that idol and fight to keep on ignoring reality so that we can meet the sacred challenge and cling onto our faith in doctrines and dogmas. This is what the idol must want because it keeps putting Christians through one hellish thing after another as a test just to see if they have a strong enough faith to carry on for perhaps a few more centuries. You can think of this as being like weight lifting for the soul and it helps to build character and a very strong spiritual spirit, or so they say.

History teaches us that when some block of wood has taken over some society and become its top god, it typically takes many thousands of years for people to finally at long last figure out that the thing was not a god, but rather just some block of wood. This is a remarkably long time but as I said it does appear to be a requirement, and if we use the Christian Church as an example we can see that it takes about two thousands years to finally scour Europe and get rid of that damned thing. This is real unfortunate, for during that long ordeal of scouring Europe people will be constantly cursing God. It just never fails, every time some horror takes place, people will just start blaspheming and cursing God because of that horror. Or so they think. Actually they are cursing out some block of wood, and since that is a healthy practice, and should be encouraged, you can be sure that there will always be found throughout history a fresh supply of horrors to get people cursing bitterly at the block of wood, so that it might only take thousands of years to get rid of that thing instead of taking tens of thousands of years to get rid of that worthless fucking idol, or even forever and ever, should people find themselves enjoying life and praising that idol for all the wonderful things that were always happening to them all the time.

As I said before it is always good to be part of a team where everyone shares the same team spirit, and so for that reason I am happy to see that YAHWEH God has never done anything but fuck these people over real good for ages and eons of time, because I have a hard enough time getting rid of the rotted remains of all those fucking idols and I hate to think of how fucking fucking hard my job would be if I got stuck with the extra hard task of trying to get rid of an idol that everyone still really liked a lot because it was such a lovely lovely world thus causing all of humanity to swell up with deep appreciation and fondness whenever they thought about those idols and their lovely gifts..

Now I am a theologian, and therefore it is my job to explain something called ‘theology’, the knowledge (‘ology’) of God (‘theo’) to people. This really isn’t a hard job, for all the really hard work is already done, that of locking people into some dungeon with a block of wood for company while snake teaches them that the knowledge of a god consists of covering your cock with a leaf. Thankfully this has gone on and one and on now for thousands of years and during that time the burning controversy over that block of wood and its bad habit of just sitting immobile and motionless on top of some stump has continually and endlessly raged the whole time, thus making my job as ‘theologian’ really easy at the end of it all. If that block of wood would have left its home in heaven and came down every century or so and freshened up its reputation by parting the Red Sea and melting down some mountains then I would really be royally, royally fucked right now, but then as I said before, I work as part of a loyal team effort and so I am not fucked, but rather the idol is now fucked. For this I am grateful because I don’t like extra hard work.

I thought it good to point out to people that I am currently the only working theologian on the planet, at least as far as I can see. If people want ‘the knowledge of God’ it would appear that the only fucking person on this planet who understands a single damned thing would be me. The rest of the ‘theologians’ are all fucked up by that idol and thus if you were to consult me and then go off and consult the theologians of the planet you will find them speaking lots of strange sounding childish and totally uninformed gibberish. This is unfortunate, and given professional jealously, you might also find that the theologians of the world are none to fond of me. Such is life.

Punitive Justice

Being the world’s top theologian as I am, not that I am claiming bragging rights to the title, since there is no real competition for the belt on this planet, I thought it would be good to pause for one moment to address a burning theological issue that has come up and is really bothering me.

Because we live in a culture with a Christian heritage people have this fucked up understanding of justice, in that they think that justice must always be punitive justice, and that without the punitive there can be no justice. This falsehood is based upon the tortured attempt to make people forget that a crucifixion is a form of torture used to destroy political dissidents and revolutionaries employed by a psychopath like Caesar. I use the term psychopath here because it is obvious that only a depraved sociopath would ever consider pounding nails into wrists and nails into heels and then leave a living human to die an agonizing death by slow, slow torture, which is what a crucifixion really is.

Now if you are part of the religious right in ancient Rome, and thus you really like Caesar and support the crushing of left wing revolutions and the ruthless control of slaves, systems of domination and hierarchy and all the other things right wing hawks love, then you can see how getting stuck with a cross as a religious symbol is going to be a problem, for you cannot have a story spreading around your imperialist empire, which you so stronloy support, which states that a psycho is torturing people to death only to have God raising the victims of that warp minded pervert from the grave. For this reason it was required that the cross become about something else, like a torture justifying doctrine instead of a torture condemning doctrine. For this reason Christian Doctrine was invented, since Christian Religion justifies and normalizes the torture of humanity, thus making Caesar look like the right arm of God instead of a warp minded fucking maniac.

Therefore ‘Jesus’ died on the cross to pay for your sin. You see that should have been you hanging on the cross since God cannot tolerate sin and must therefore, by law, give everyone punitive justice, and since God is very holy you can understand that all sin deserves supreme torture. Fortunately ‘Jesus’ took your place on the cross, and because he was a sinless god incarnated in the form of a human, he could pay off your sin debt since it was obvious he couldn’t pay for his sin because he was a god and thus did not sin. When you ‘accept’ Jesus you get your get out of torturous hell card for free, otherwise you get righteously nailed in the barbeques of hell, which is even worse than the divine justice dispensed by that servant of God, Caesar, on his torturing cross which Caesar uses, along with his divinely ordained sword, to mete out the punitive justice on behalf of God, the reason being that God was going on an extended vacation and thus appointed Caesar to watch the shop and make sure that divine wrath was put out on anyone who rebelled against the divine order by rebelling against God’s appointed ruler, Caesar Augustus.

This pile of rotten stinking shit is the pro-torture doctrine invented by that ever creative bunch, the religious right, and it allowed them, allow with forged gospels, to peddle fig leafs and spend the next two thousand years covering cocks and pussies in the name of Jesus, without anyone wondering what the fuck kind of demented fucking bullshit was being pawned off on the human race as the ‘one true faith.’

Now the truth about God is that God does not practice punitive justice. It is not true that God hates sin so much that, by law, God must give punitive justice for every single fucking sin. This idea is the intellectual pollution addling the brains of everyone to this very day, even if they are not formally a Christian, because it has polluted society for so many thousands of years that it manages to pollute everyone whether they darken a church doorstep or not, since they pick it up from society even when they are not picking it up at church. It is just one example of the lingering left over pile of intellectual garbage left behind by that rotting collapsing Christianity religion.

The real truth about God is that if you do a sin ‘X’ and if the punitive punishment for that sin would be action ‘Y”, if you simply stop doing ‘X’ then you can forget about punitive action ‘Y” since it will no longer be required. Punitive action is the last resort and is what happens to people when every other damned strategy that could be employed to get them to stop sin ‘X’ fails thus leaving no alternative but punitive punishment ‘Y’. God is not punitive and you do not need to ‘pay for your sins’. You do not need to earn your forgiveness for a sin, nor do you need to do action ‘A’ to get forgiveness ‘B’ ( you do not need to ‘accept the blood sacrifice of the ‘Jesus’ god’ to earn yourself forgiveness by doing that ritualistic work). Just stop doing that sin ‘X’. That is all there is to it.

Porn as a career choice

Lately I have been reading the blogs of gay porn stars, hoping to get some idea of what makes such people tick. Now I am going to be speaking in broad generalizations here, and what I have to say therefore will not prove to be true in every single case. For what it is worth it would appear to me that being a porn star, straight or gay, is motivated by a quasi-revolutionary perspective. I use the term ‘quasi’ before the term ‘revolutionary’ because being a porn star is not fully revolutionary but as far as I can see it is only ‘quasi’. As you would out civilization is just crawling with people who just fucking hate the place and whose greatest dream is that somehow, someway they can win the lottery and thus get the fuck out of that fucking fucking place once and for all. Ah, sweet freedom. Oh to live, to live, to just gloriously live life to its very fullest instead of being a cog in some machine manufacturing rubber boots all week for peanuts with only the weekends off.

It is my conclusion that being a porn star is a ‘quasi-revolutionary’ perspective that is slightly more realistic as a means of escaping from that fucking place than is that more common habit of buying lottery tickets every week and then praying like hell or bargaining with God about how if you win you will give a generous donation to the orphans and other equally improbable strategies. Being a porn star is slightly more realistic than buying lottery tickets over the short term. I use the phrase ‘short term’ here since over the long term being a porn star is in most of the common cases not much more realistic than buying lottery tickets, for in most cases it’s a short career in porn followed by decades of making rubber boots on some assembly line, provided that they don’t cut that job out and send it to China to make more profits off each boot, in which case I suppose it would be decades as a cashier or perhaps a busboy or dishwasher, provided that there are still enough people who can still afford to go out and eat from time to time and have not been replaced by 35 cents an hour Chinese as well. It is for reasons such as this that I call being a porn star only ‘quasi’ and not fully revolutionary, since it is not, over the long term, any kind of a real solution, and will have to be replaced someday by an equally unrealistic strategy such as buying lottery tickets and praying like hell every week..

Now there are those who will insist that being a porn star is not even worthy of being called a ‘quasi-revolutionary’ strategy because the porn business is a form of sexual exploitation. I agree. Porn is a capitalist business in the context of a capitalist society and so therefore porn cannot be anything other than a form of exploitation. Just as some people get exploited making rubber boots so that someone else can pocket all the profits off each boot, so porn stars get sexually exploited so that someone else can pocket all the millions that come from selling porno DVDs. Such is the nature of capitalism. Porn stars don’t actually make a hell of a lot of money, with a few exceptions, but they are still better off than someone in a rubber boot factory. This is true even though some people in the porn business don’t make a hell of lot more than someone who works in that rubber boot factory. The advantage to being a porn star is that while porn is hardly the road to riches for the majority of people in the industry it does pay better on an hourly basis than the rubber boot factory, and so a porn star can work a few hours a week and then spend the rest of the week living, instead of working, while the rubber boot plant keeps churning out those boots all week long. So then for those people who would like to spend a few short years of their life living, instead of working all week long, porn is an attractive career choice over the short term, thus putting off to the future that painful adjustment that is quite common in that industry, when a few years down the road it is all over and it then becomes time to do the inevitable and start handing out resumes at the rubber boot factory in the hopes of being exploited all week long instead of just being exploited briefly on Monday afternoon and having the rest of the week off.

Brent Corrigan

As I was in the process of recovering from my hysterical ‘nervous breakdown’ I found it helpful to get myself focused and back on the job again by imagining that I was saving a real person rather than saving an ‘abstract person’, the generic porn star, and since I have been reading gay porn star blogs, and felt that I came to know more about ‘Brent Corrigan’ than any of the other bloggers out there who don’t reveal as much of themselves, and thus seem less like a real person as a result, I therefore naturally enough found myself picturing ‘Brent Corrigan’ as the real person I would address and thus bring about the ‘salvation of Brent Corrigan’. You see if I can’t save the world right now I can save a person, a person there, and that would make me very happy and less likely to become hysterical again in the future.

Now what do I mean by ‘the salvation of ‘Brent Corrigan’’. Am I trying to save gay porn start ‘Brent Corrigan’ from the flames of hell? Fuck no. I am trying to save ‘Brent Corrigan’ from fucking Babylon, that fucking fucked life sapping hope destroying suffering bleeding fucking hole. Babylon, alright. Babylon, starver of small babies. Babylon hypocritical shit pile where you hear this pile of shit about ‘the right to life’ while at the same time they starve fucking babies by the millions and millions. Babylon that destroyer of the human heart, crusher of the human dream for a better morally decent world, that fucking dirty fucking filthy filthy fucking fucking civilization.

Now what then happens when someone gets ‘saved from exile in Babylon’? Well they go to live in the Garden of Eden, of course. They know the truth and then the truth sets them free. They also get set free from thousands of years of poisonous toxins released by the idols, and they emerge from the darkness of the twilight of those idols into the sudden and unexpected blinding light of the day.

Who is ‘Brent Corrigan’. Well there is a soap opera. I don’t even want to tell that damned awful story, the life story of ‘Brent Corrigan’, but for what is worth, here is my attempt at a synopsis. ‘Brent Corrigan’ was an underage teenage boy who somehow allowed himself to make money by getting into the gay porno industry. By underage, I mean by a few fucking months, alright. It’s not like he was twelve years old or anything. Well having gotten in over his head, he then wanted to find some way to escape from some damned piece of paper which had him trapped, and so he came clean and caused a big scandal by admitting that, yes, he forged his ID. This was then followed by a great big scandal and then lawsuits by some porn producer who was trying to force that kid to make more movies as per some contract, and was able to use his influence to threaten to ruin him and so and so on. Then as if this was not bad enough, a rival porn producer who wanted the same kid allegedly killed the first porn producer by sawing his head off and then burning down his house. The trial is set to being at the end of August, 2007, and just to make the story even more a melodramatic soap opera, the trial is taking place in Luzerne County which is allegedly under investigation for alleged corruption in the court system. I say ‘allegedly’ under investigation since no one wants to confirm that, yes, they are investigating a bunch of judges for corruption, since that would mean retrying who knows how many hundreds of cases. Meanwhile ‘Brent Corrigan’ signed another really bad contract somewhere else, and then got royally ripped off, which just goes to show that you just never take it for granted that you can just trust people, because if you are ‘Brent Corrigan’ and everyone is looking to make millions of bucks off of you, you can’t trust them any further than you can throw them. This he knows for on one of his many blog entries somewhere or another he offers the sage advice that you should never sign a bad contract and just hope for the best but rather you should just not sign it and then wait and see if maybe, just maybe, something else might come along later.

One thing that I found fascinating about ‘Brent Corrigan’ is that somehow he managed to attain the status of a kind of ‘sex icon’ by being featured in those now infamous Cobra Videos. I have seen those things and I really can’t understand how that could have happened. If you watch those things what you will find out, if you are sensitive, is that watching ‘Brent Corrigan’ brings to mind what they used to say about Elvis. Elvis has left the building. When it came time to make those movies ‘Brent Corrigan’ left the building as well. What I mean is that ‘Brent Corrigan’ is a completely blank emotional cipher. You may have heard of the term ‘poker face’. What you will see is some underaged kid who is obviously only in the building to make money, who has shut down completely on an emotional level, and is merely going through the motions, following what looks so obviously like a tightly controlled, highly stage managed, choreographed quasi-sexual performance, where that porn producer would control each and every detail, ‘Brent lift your leg, Brent do this, Brent do that.’

In short, I found ‘Brent Corrigan’ to be the most unsexy and least exciting porn star I could imagine, who initiated pretty close to a zero percent sexual response in me, this in spite of the fact that they call him ‘the guy with the super duper nice ass’, which is true, but which nonetheless I did not find in the least erotic. This, to me, was the real enigma of that screen character ‘Brent Corrigan’, how someone could be that attractive and yet so very unsexy at the same time, as far as I was concerned, while at the same time this same thing was considered one of the best selling gay sensations allegedly in history, thus explaining all the violent feuding and the rip offs and so on swirling around ‘Brent Corrigan.’

Now the way that I am, being an affectionate Romeo personality type, I am sexually attracted by eyes and the expression on some guys face. For this reason I find those ‘extreme close ups’ of the porn industry to be just disgusting. It is also for this reason that I find ‘Brent Corrigan’ to be not sexy at all since when you look into the face of that obviously underaged kid (who looked to me perhaps 15, although some people thought he looked 12 years old) you don’t see anybody home in that place. He is completely shut down emotionally and is a total emotional cipher as a result. And that isn’t sexy, and the fact that so many gay men found it sexy is kind of disturbing to me because it means that they don’t feel very much for other people, because they have shut down emotionally as well, which I would consider to be an adaptive response on their part to life in a stink hole like Babylon. You don’t feel, it doesn’t hurt, you can get on with your life and you can also enjoy disembodied asses and various body parts. You can only get turned on by ‘Brent Corrigan’ if what turns you on are body parts, for as far as I could see there wasn’t much of a person there because that kid was completely blank and totally shut down emotionally, and was obviously just enduring that experience and trying to make it through to the end by detaching from the situation emotionally, and then later by trying to run away from that porn producer, and that sort of thing is not the least bit fucking sexy. Or at least it shouldn’t be sexy, and when it is sexy that is fucking disturbing, although I do understand why there would be so many unfeeling people in the world who might find it sexy, because they live in Babylon and that place really can fucking destroy anyone with its poisonous toxic atmosphere.

Now as part of the punishments inflicted upon ‘Brent Corrigan’ by that enraged porn producer when ‘Brent Corrigan’ tried to get away, his name and home address were plastered all over the Internet, so we know that ‘Brent Corrigan’ is actually ‘Sean Lockhart’. Now ‘Brent Corrigan’ I really don’t like, because what is to like about that nonentity? However Sean Lockhart I really like very, very much. This much I have been able to discern just by following the trail left upon that modern invention, the Internet. Some kind of transformation has taken place over the course of a few years and out of the smoke and the fire has emerged Sean Lockhart, who, unlike that poker faced cipher ‘Brent Corrigan’, is a real living human being.

Who is Sean Lockhart? He is about 20 years old now, and I don’t think he completely knows himself, just yet, but at the moment he is a revolutionary. Yes, he is Sean Lockhart, and he is a sexual revolutionary. It would appear that right now he is devoting most of his life to burning that fucking fig leaf to bitter ashes, according to the way I read between the lines and so on. That’s his big issue right at the moment. He is a revolutionary. He is liberating himself. This would then explain why it is that I have come to like that Sean Lockhart so very much.

At the same time as he is launching his own personal revolutionary liberation he is also confronting some unpleasant and disturbing truths, like the one about how you can burn a fucking fig leaf to fucking bitter ashes, but ultimately, at the end of it all, you must wind up going down in bitter flames yourself. It is at this point that I step into the picture, and I say to that Sean Lockhart, you listen to me. You can trust me completely. Listen to me, because, you see, I am not willing to stand aside and watch you go down in bitter flames in the destructive fire of some blazing pile of idols, which is what happened to your ancestors before you, and is their true legacy that they left behind for their children to inherit, and their children’s children, and their children’s children’s children, and is also the bitter inheritance of Sean Lockhart, or at least it would be if it wasn’t for that fact that things are really not as they appear to be. You were very lucky to have been born in the time when you were born, for your ancestors never were able to escape those destructive flames, and they were mercilessly devoured, each and every one. That will not be true of you, because you were very lucky, and you were lucky enough to be born today rather than yesterday.

Now you listen to me, Sean Lockhart, because I am determined to ‘save Sean Lockhart’. This will happen sooner or later, and better sooner than later I say, but as I know so well, you cannot control events, you can only hope to influence events, so while I would prefer sooner rather than later, I will accept later if later it is, but sooner would be much better still.

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