More debunking, and one of the few remaining reasons that I visit deviantART.

Because, y’know, Christians are all horrible, sexist hypocrites that hate anyone from a different place with a different opinion.

 

I know, I know, I’m preaching to the choir.  But next time someone you know brings out the ole tried-and-not-so-true argument about Christians being hypocritical sexist bigots (give or take a few degrading adjectives), show them this.  Then give them a hug and tell them to have a nice day.

Peace.

-V

Girl In The War

Peter said to Paul,
“You know all those words that we wrote?
They’re just the rules of the game, and the rules are the first to go.”

But now talkin’ to God is Laurel beggin’ hardy for a gun
I gotta girl in the war, man, I wonder what it is we’ve done

Paul said to Pete, 
“You gotta rock yourself a little harder.
Pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire.”

And I got a girl in the war, Paul, the only thing I know to do
Is turn up the music, and pray that she makes it through.

Because the keys to the kingdom got locked inside the kingdom,
And the angels fly around in there, but we can’t see them.

But I gotta girl in the war, Paul I know that they can hear me yell!
“If they can’t find a way to help her, they can go to hell!
If they can’t find a way to help her, they can go to hell!”

Paul to Pete, “you gotta rock yourself a little harder.
Pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire.”

But I gotta girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne.
They sparkle, bubble over, and in the morning all you got is rain.
Sparkle, bubble over, in the morning all you got is rain,
They sparkle, bubble over, in the morning all you got is rain.

 

Written by Josh Ritter.  Solas does an amazing cover of this song.  Why am I posting random lyrics again, you ask?  Because I can.  And because I relate to them.  I feel like I’m in a war zone all the time, and I’ve been put here for a reason, but it makes me so damn tired.  And tired makes me crazy.

 

Cheers,

 

V

It’s not about you…

IT’S ABOUT YOUR DAMN KIDS.

“Children of gay couples turn out fine!  There’s nothing wrong with it!”

… Is there?

THINK, SHEEPLE.  Quit buying what they’re selling. *shuffles off to emo corner*

-V

WAIT, I’m not done yet.

THERE’S THIS TOO.

 

This one is weird too, but something about it actually bothers me — the part where it says ‘The narrator of the video asks, “Can we begin to question bully questions like… are you a boy or a girl?”’

I’m sorry.  “Bully” questions?  So suddenly I’m a bully for asking what you were biologically born as?  If I can’t tell, that puts me in a very awkward situation to start with.  Having to ASK is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.  Lately no one thinks about THE OTHER PERSON in the conversation, they just think about how offending it is to THEM and how mean the OTHER side is.  

… WOOOWWW, people.

A little later in the article, THIS comes up — ‘In his guide, Hicks criticizes “stereotyping” children as male or female, and says to focus on them instead “as people sharing similar needs, feelings, and aspirations.”’

“Stereotyping”?  WHAT?  That’s not a stereotype; that’s biology.  It’s how you were BORN.  A stereotype is something like “all Irish people are drunks” or “all Brits drink tea”.  While I agree that there are certain gender stereotypes (i.e. the “traditional” woman’s role of housewife and the “traditional” man’s role of patriarch), just classifying someone as male or female isn’t bullying or stereotyping.  That’s telling A from B.  Why is it such a big deal?  It’s just biology; who you choose to be on the “inside” is something different entirely.  That’s up to you, and if you’re comfortable with it, then why does it matter what people see on the outside?

If your lifestyle isn’t wrong, why the hell do you get so defensive when people disagree with you?

 

-V

MOAR WTF MOMENTS.

It’s just getting ridiculous now.

 

What.  Just… what.  I’m not even sure what to say about this.  Who does stuff like that?  This kid planted “hate” notes in HER OWN ROOM just so she could gain support and hold a rally because she’s lesbian?  Excuse me while my brain explodes.  That’s like… something a 13-year-old would do.  Not a 19-year-old college kid.  How are you so deprived that you go looking for attention like that?  Just food for thought.

 

-V

Dear God,

please stop taking away the ones we love.  It hurts too much, and personally, it isn’t making me any stronger.  It’s just breaking me into smaller pieces.

 

-V

Flawed Anti-Bullying Argument

(From Richard, my buddy on deviantART.  He has a habit of making damn good points.)

 

Good God, I’ve had this saved for ages and I just NOW remember to post a journal about it.  I found this journal meme ages ago on some random deviant’s journal:

A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they’re sorry, but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.

First off, while I agree that bullying is wrong, I think the teacher’s methods are far from correct in any circumstance.  The reason?  Well, my opinion mostly stems from these lines:

“Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it.”

That, my friends, is not the fault of the bully.  Now before you shit bricks at the utter audacity of my seemingly inane statement, allow me to elaborate.  Let’s assume that the situation is real and that a child really did get bullied.  Let’s also assume that the bully apologizing is sincere in his apology.  If the “victim” does not want to forgive the bully, who sincerely repentant, that becomes the fault of the “victim” himself because he’s choosing to hold the grudge against the now repentant bully.

Think my statements are “heartless” and without any grounds?  Well, allow me to present to you a real life scenario from back in my Middle School – High School days.

Back in Middle School, I was bullied like mad by this one rather strong kid in my grade, even physically beaten by him for what seemed like no reason at all, and was overjoyed when my parents finally took me out of that school.  I was home schooled for my 7th and 8th grade education, but I told my parents I wanted to finish my 12 years of schooling in a real High School, which I did.  However, when I was enrolled, I remembered the bully from Middle School and realized that, assuming he wasn’t being held back, he’d be right there for all 4 years.

Well, being older and mentally/emotionally stronger than I was 2 years prior, I knew what I had to do.  If I were ever bullied by him again, I would not hesitate to defend myself, even if it meant coming to blows if I had to.  When I arrived at the high school, he actually, and unexpectedly, approached me and said, “Hey, aren’t you Richard?  From a few years back?”  I hesitantly answered in the affirmative and, surprisingly, we actually became friends,  though middle school was never mentioned after that, and the rest, as they say, is history.

See that folks?  I became friends with a supposed bully EVEN THOUGH he never actually apologized.  My guess is he didn’t want to bring up the past and potentially ruin everything.

Now, I understand that the grade these kids were in was probably a little lower than middle school level, but the fact still remains that if bullying causes all of this damage and *gasp* incurable mental scaring, then how was it that I was able to put the past behind me and befriend a repentant bully?

Either kids back in the days of Andy Griffith and Leave It To Beaver had unbreakable willpower, or the current generation has spines made of cheap gelatin.  You decide.

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