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2006-06-22 - 10:48 a.m.

That drug addict on the Oprah show has started a discussion louder than the raging one already going on among we knowers. What is truth? Somebody stated on this topic, "The truth just doesn't mean as much to this younger generation as it did in the good old days." The statement the man made was filled with a lie. There never were any "good old days."

I will continue to stroke the word that, as a way to distance myself from the event, in any event;

If it was not for religion, how many among us could call themselves freethinkers? Nietzsche said that.

If it was not for sneaking into preacher houses through the backdoors to have our way with their daughters, how many among us could consider themselves sexually satisfied? I said that.

Being out of focus, the tick-tock bouncing of the fullest breasts, the masected virgin leads to a feeling of nausea. A deep feeling of sickness/shrivel followed by engorgement, a feeling of empowerment, a life-changing experience vs. the constant colds and permanent shrivels of the devoted/married. Their religious myths have been replaced by musics of all kinds and the sexual sublime. It is no accident that if you want to ride the thermals of the religious feelings, best to deny the body any joy, eating a bland diet, cursing the hand, all this stuff helps those wan denied resentful creatures to see the light.

A manly man grabs guitar in order to grab woman, in the process say he starts to like the music, that is what we call an accident.

The effete man must not only use the instrument of the guitar, but he must do it in church, singing along with a smile to the praises of the lord, now that's what I call sell-music. Sale ends in the basement after service ends. Please hurry!

My preacher rode into service on a Lexus, he had his car, I had his daughter. All things, they say, even out, it's all in good time.

The impressive preacher, that playful spirit, spawning free-thinking, free-spirits, aware of his gates through which we of this flock must pass, had to buy a Lexus-help this congregation slow-mo a sleight of hand.

We who are slow to the start of the gun, they say.

If Nietzsche and Cioran didn't have such impressive childhoods, would they have spent more time singing songs of praise?

Nietzsche was so sensitive to human emotional demands and able to fully admit his desires in full, that he could actually predict the coming wars in Europe, he was no prophet, he had no "gifts", he just was able to see the pattern, predict very minimally the pattern of human behavior, what happens when God is dead and people pump their religious zeal into the state- the state being a slightly more potent or concentrated version of God, not wholly separate, containing the vestiges, having a resemblance, a family tree leading generations back to the father.

This is some of the ungathered irony when experts say "We need to keep church and state separate." Ok. They say the same thing, over and over and over.


 

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