Humble Pie II
People around these parts are pretty nice. Thats why I feel bad whenever I picture myself with a double barrel shotgun blowing away the soccer moms in the SUV with the jesus emblem and the support the troops stickers-- I mean that could be my stepmom driving down the road, being all superior and shit. All tucked away in their safe little neighborhood, she leaves in the morning for work in the city and is safely escorted to a safe little parking garage far far away from the drunks, bums, blacks, and 'anarchists' that roam the streets around the university.
Now I don't think that my Stepmom should have to deal with these types of people, I mean that's why she writes checks at church-- to keep that seedy world at a safe distance and maybe one day it will all just disappear... when the four horsemen come riding in...and Jesus takes us all to a better place.
I'm not trying to smear the image of good, god-fearing people, it's just that's the demographic that is most likely to spawn a monster.
LOok at me. I'm 35 and I am so fed up. I sit at the shithole of a place called 'work' and I fantasize daily about shooting sprees, suicide, and then I drive home-- nervously sucking down one beer after another until the little voices in my head are drowned out. I've made a few mistakes in my life-- for sure--lost some good friends, squandered some promising opportunities, and smoked away a few billion brain cells. But still I persevere. Because I am an eternal optimist.
thats why I have a hard time with all these humble pie motherfuckers. When did we lose the ability to reason? When did everybody decide that it would be best if we all hide behind the same mask?
I remember a day when an independent voice was something to be envied, admired, and listened too. NOw, it's just too dangerous and simply alienating.
Hmm. Well whatever. I shouldn't be writing about my killing spree fantasies on the computer at work. That could really cause problems.
And I am NOT really going to kill anybody. Words my comrades,,, words are so much more better than bullets>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Now I don't think that my Stepmom should have to deal with these types of people, I mean that's why she writes checks at church-- to keep that seedy world at a safe distance and maybe one day it will all just disappear... when the four horsemen come riding in...and Jesus takes us all to a better place.
I'm not trying to smear the image of good, god-fearing people, it's just that's the demographic that is most likely to spawn a monster.
LOok at me. I'm 35 and I am so fed up. I sit at the shithole of a place called 'work' and I fantasize daily about shooting sprees, suicide, and then I drive home-- nervously sucking down one beer after another until the little voices in my head are drowned out. I've made a few mistakes in my life-- for sure--lost some good friends, squandered some promising opportunities, and smoked away a few billion brain cells. But still I persevere. Because I am an eternal optimist.
thats why I have a hard time with all these humble pie motherfuckers. When did we lose the ability to reason? When did everybody decide that it would be best if we all hide behind the same mask?
I remember a day when an independent voice was something to be envied, admired, and listened too. NOw, it's just too dangerous and simply alienating.
Hmm. Well whatever. I shouldn't be writing about my killing spree fantasies on the computer at work. That could really cause problems.
And I am NOT really going to kill anybody. Words my comrades,,, words are so much more better than bullets>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
posted by swif at 2:05 PM
2 Comments:
Not all Christians are "all superior and shit". Some of us get in the trenches and get a little muddy sometimes. It's about coming out clean on the other side...
OK. Perhaps motivations and intent get misconstrued and obscured by the passionate follies of others.
"It is by finding out what something is not that one comes closest to understanding what it is."
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