Παρασκευή, 19 Απριλίου 2013

I hate you



[DISCLAIMER] This is a "poem" containing strongly homophobic and bigoted language, this is not a poem preaching these things, the idea is to show how stupid and disgusting a mind becomes under feelings of hate [fact: homophobia is horrible and rape is horrible, they both should stop existing.]



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I hate you



I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I fucking hate you

I hate you so much,

I like to wake up in the morning just to hate you some more!

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I fucking hate you

I fucking hate your fucking guts.

I hate you so much,

I'm going to kill myself just to not partake in the same universe as you.

God, I hate you!

I hate you so fucking much,

I'm going to become a Christian,

I'm going to become a fucking Christian,

and I'm going to get re-baptized and re-fucking-born,

so that I can live the rest of my life knowing that you will burn in Hell

And I would be there to fucking watch you.

Aaaaah how I love to hate you.

I love to hate you so much,

that I would live (out of pure fucking will of character) for one thousand years

just to have the chance to fully experience hating you.

I

hate

you

I fucking hate you!

I wish you were dead

I wish you were dead

I wish you were dead

I wish you were so dead

I wish you were so dead,

so that I could piss all over your dead fucking cold body.

I wish you were dead

I wish you were dead

I wish you were dead

I wish you were so dead

I wish you were so fucking dead

I wish you were so fucking dead,

so that I could rape your sorry ass and send the video-tape to your fucking mourning mother.

And I would rape you so fucking bad

I would rape you so fucking bad

I would put my dick in your disgusting cold dead shitty asshole.

And I would rape you so much

I would rape you so much,

you would come back to life just to fucking die again out of pure fear.

Yes. I would necrophiliacly-rape-resurrection-heartattack you!

I fucking hate you!

I fucking, fucking hate you!

And I would cum in your cold dead ass. All of my sperm, inside your cold dead gay ass-hole.

Yes I would rape you so fucking bad,

I would rape you so fucking bad,

I would postmortem gayfy you!

You would like me raping you,

You would like me raping you,

You would like me raping you so much you will question your own fucking sexuality from the afterlife!

You think it's gonna be ok?

You think it's fucking gonna be ok?

You think it's gonna fucking be ok?

WHY THE FUCK would you think that

Why the fuck do you have to say that.

When has it ever been ok?

Wasn't the first day you were born the worst day of your life?

And has it not been a fucking black abysmal spiral of an agonising hell ever since, every day gradually worse and more fucking shitty than the last one to this infinite shitehole you call life?

So what predicates did you put in your fucking Syllojism Machine (your Syllogistic Machine of Reasoning made out of JISM) to come out with THAT conclusion?

I fucking wander!

I fucking wander how is everyhting gonna be okay

I fucking wander

Why the fuck do you go and say that.

I hate your fucking face

God, I wish you were dead.

I wish you were dead

I wish you were dead

I wish you were so dead,

so that first thing every morning of every day of my life I could go to your grave and tell you how much I fucking hate your face!

I wish you were so dead

I wish you were so dead

I wish you were so dead,

so that I could dance naked in your grave every full moon and then piss myself and shitmyself on you fucking white marble ,you piece of shit

You fucking piece of shit , I hate you.

You ruin my life, I fucking hate you.

I hate you so fucking much, this prose could go on f o r e v e r .

It could fucking last my whole fucking life.

I could just spend my whole sorry-ass-of-a-life just uttering how much I hate you

I. hate. you.

That would be a life worth-living

and as I draw my last breath,

my last fucking words,

my legacy to my children,

standing by my death-bedside,

awaiting of one word out of a father who spent his whole life saying the same thing again and again,

with the last breath I take,

I will look at my devestated children and the love of my life in her eyes,

and instead of a word of consolation, or even a first word of acknowledgement of their existence

I would say:



I...haate......youuu”

*last breath*


































The Seven Deadly Sins

We should not be satisfied merely to keep the commandments of God, but should always be ready to do good deeds, even when they are not commanded. The commandments of God state the minimum requirements for salvation. They should be kept not merely according to the letter, but also according to the spirit, which obliges us to strive for greater perfection.
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word, action or ommission forbidden by the law of God.3
  1. luxuria
  2. gula
  3. avaritia
  4. acedia
  5. ira
  6. invidia
  7. superbia 

 

 

The Sin of Anger

and the Pedigree of our Malice



The Sin of Anger: Wrath is one of the Seven Deadly Sins — sins that, consequent to them, engender other sins.

Fundamentally, the sin of Anger is a rebellion against God. It occurs when our will is frustrated and does not attain to its end. It is the disordered will inasmuch as it understands the self, and not God, as the end of a proposed or desired state of affairs. The fulfillment of the will of God is the greatest good possible for the human soul, which is to say that God is properly the end of all willing in man. Wrath is the violent rejection of God's will in preference to the unrestrained will of the self apart from God. Indeed, the expression of wrath or anger is the most explicit denial of the sovereignty of God over all things at all times. It is the preference of one's own will to the will of God, which, as we have said, is the greatest good possible. The human will that is one with the will of God is the attainment of holiness.

In all things we must discern the will of God — and do it. If it coincides with our own desires, that is an indication of the soul's progress to union with God. If it does not, and we disavow our own will in preference (and obedience) to the will of God, that is even greater progress to union with God.

Once we come to understand that nothing — absolutely nothing — that touches upon us, happens to us, afflicts us or consoles us, occurs except that God either wills it or permits it for our good, however remote our apprehension of it, however implausible, or even impossible the consequences may appear to us. It is not within the provenance of man to see, let alone comprehend, that infinite reticulation of the fabric of the universe, at the intersections of which we would find the will of God intelligibly impressed.



A Paradigm

In the physical sciences today we often hear of things measured in terms of nanometers (1/1-billionth of a meter). 2-billion-600-million (2,600,000,000) transistors are, as of this writing, on Intel's 10-Core Xeon Westmere-EX microprocessor using a 32-nanometer manufacturing process. This is the mind of man, the design of mere man. The relationship of one single transistor to the 2 billion-600-million others, wherever their placement in the array, is such that the whole depends on the one and the one on the whole.

We nod our heads in agreement and are amazed at the staggering numbers involved and the sophisticated technology together with the intelligent design that coordinated all 2 billion-600-million transistors to a purposeful end. And yet we are skeptical that God orders all things, however remote to our understanding, however impossible to our comprehension, to a good and coherent end because we cannot perceive it in the moment or even in a lifetime?

Were you to count up to 2 billion-600-million, by the second around the clock, it would take you over 82 years — which, according to actuarial tables, would exceed the anticipated lifetime of any man or woman — and all this on a man-made microprocessor less than the size of your hand.

The material universe is a nearly infinite reticulation woven by God and multiplied exponentially by time through what was, is, and will be. It is ordered as God wills — not as we will.

Anger, then, is a rebellion against the will of God which is always consummately good. It has no lasting place in the heart of a Catholic. Irascibility (the predisposition or susceptibility to anger) as one of the Capital or Deadly Sins, is indeed the progenitor of other sins and other evils. It presumes to know the good with greater perspicacity than God and as such is latently a claim to superiority over God.



The Aftermath of Anger

Anger is the father of mayhem and murder. It was so from the beginning: through anger Cain rose up and slew Abel. It is expressed in impatience, pride (as the absence of humility) and selfishness. It is the violent frustration with the world that is not amenable to the selfish will, and in this sense it would be the "creator" of the world around it, a world in perfect conformity to its own will. In this sense it is the inclination to usurp the creative order of God. Instead of bending the will to God, it attempts to bend the world to itself — and God with it.
Anger expresses itself in destruction — of relationships, communities, even nations. It descends to depth of demonic rage. Hell, I am convinced, is infinitely more than the loss of all hope. It is the unremitting experience of eternal anger: rage. Rage against God, and all who are, and all that is. The contorted, frightening, and ugly face of anger is the baleful image of the demonic, a harbinger of things to come for those who do not submit themselves to God, like the father of lies and murder who in the primordial beginning first set his will against God.

Let it not be said of us,
"Vos ex patre diabolo estis ... ille homicida erat ab initio et ... mendax est et pater eius." "You are of your father the devil .... He was a murderer from the beginning, and ... a liar, and the father thereof." (St. John 8.44)

Anger — stamp it out within yourself, and give it no quarter. Like Saint Stephen, the first Martyr for Christ, let your countenance be as the
"face of an angel" (Acts 6.15) even amid your tormentors — and not the menacing face of the demons.

Choose then, whom you will be like ... and where, as a consequence, you are likely to go.

Joseph Mary del Campos1


4. Anger (Wrath)

Dante lists the deadly sin of Anger (or Wrath) after Pride and Envy, since it is in one sense not quite as bad. Anger has its roots in a sense of Justice, which is a good thing in itself; but Anger twists Justice into a horrible parody of itself. Whether by shouting, by physical violence, or by cold and hurtful words, Anger seeks to hurt the neighbour whom we should love.
Against the sin of Anger, in Canto XVI Dante offers the Agnus Dei, a prayer 
 based on John 1:29:

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem.
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