The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)Many Christians wonder how anyone could doubt the existence of God, but it turns out it's right in the bible. If you read between the lines, it tells you there's no God
1) The bible claims that God sacrificed Jesus for our sins. (John 3:16, Romans 3:25, Ephesians 5:2, Hebrews 9:26) (This is ignoring Deuteronomy 24:16 and Ezekiel 18:20, which state that everyone is to be responsible for their own transgressions without anyone else dying for their sins, thus undermining the primary basis of Christianity.)2) Since Jesus is God (2 Peter 1:1, John 10:30-33, and other verses), premise 1 means that God sacrificed himself.3) A sacrifice involves the destruction of the entire being, including the spirit. This seems intuitively obvious especially for a self-sacrifice, since it's not much of a sacrifice if the martyr is guaranteed an eternity in heaven.
A Real MasterpieceLook, a quote I stole!In black and white type!This took my heart and soul,It deserves the hype!
Weight of GeniusWARNING: May collapseunder weight of own geniusat any moment
Essay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong GoalWe're all job creators
I recently saw a clip of Peter Schiff interviewing an Occupy Wall Street protester. Schiff asked him how many jobs he creates, and unfortunately, the protester wasn't prepared for this question. (Although it was being filmed by Drew Carey's libertarian group called Reason TV, so if anybody did raise good points against him, we'd never see it anyway.)Contrary to Schiff's shortsighted view of the economy, common people do create jobs. We hire orthodontists, doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, HVAC technicians, exterminators, and many other professionals. Their careers directly depend on enough working class people being able to afford to hire them.Less directly but just as importantly, we hire businesses (and the factories and transportation companies which supply those businesses) whenever we patronize them. If they lose consumer demand (like they would if their
Atlas was SmugAyn Rand's Atlas Shrugged is practically the bible of American libertarians. Due to its cult popularity, I decided to write my own brief analysis of it. It has the philosophical depth and evenhandedness of Mary Sues locking horns with cartoon villains, while the obvious self-insert protagonist (Dagny Taggart) has sex with all the male heroes. In short, it's like Twilight for sociopaths. And that isn't even the worst aspect of it
For starters: a brief summary. Hank Rearden is a self-made promethean innovator who invented a superior steel alloy. His incompetent and unscrupulous rival, Orren Boyle, sells an inferior brand of steel. With the help of the malevolent government, Boyle spreads propaganda that defames Rearden Steel to gain a competitive edge. (Never mind that a crucial function of government is to prevent false advertising, slander, libel, and other deceptive pract
The Things We Leave Unsaid Common wisdom dictates that meaningful feelings for another ought to be expressed directly and honestly. However, advice is given to be neglected and so too often we are poisoned by our own silence -- the things we leave unsaid.We are fortuitous that the opportunity for the lesson to be followed by the illustration presents itself. Let us use our discretion and semi-omniscience to observe the conversation between the two young men before us. "Oh hi. How are you?" It's him."I'm good. You?""Good." I've been better, but there's no way I'm going to tell him that. "Man, it's been a long time." I haven't seen her in forever. Almost three years."Yeah man, I haven't seen you in forever.""Yeah, so I hear you're dating Rachel now?" He is taller than me, and I know she must like his red-rimmed wayfarers. Family's rich too. Must be nice."Yeah dude.""Good for you. How's she doing?" I know she's fine."She's doing just fine.""I'm sure
ColorblindI gave away my name todayand it might be a metaphor, but I thinkwe only remember the quietest suicidesthe walls are thin enough to listenas the angels try to scratch free;bloodied fingernails and God says everyonescrews up, sometimesI'm waiting for a silent night.I only ever believed in solid groundand depressions' tides, and sometimes,those little wounds I nursed deepwithin my vocal chords (becausemy voice is dying, too)I can see the beautiful people, nowoverdosing on their own opiums ofself-acquittal and dissolutionthey ran out of ways to ask for help.I'm fragile, but my glass ribsaren't holding muchand I'm through trying to find somethingdifferent, because it's scary to knowwhat exactly's the sameyesterday I was someone else andtomorrow I'm further into inevitabilities ofwho I promised I'd never be--I'm waiting for a happy ending,but if you love somethingyou let it go.
ObjectI prod the sticky skinbetween your ribs,find air lacking.there are words for this.I do not wantto know them.ten years ago you said that a humanwas more than an accumulationof bone and liquidbut here, with a cloth squeezedbetween the few fingersnot touching the objectthat you've become,I cannotagree.
Text Message We can be alone, together.Alone, together, forever.We can face this world together.Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...As a team, we could take down anything.Conquer the problems that challenge us,And save the victims of life's cruel reality.I think we could make it out there.I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,And you could have mine.We'll protect each other from harm.Forever.And Always.Forever and always.
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?She made him smile on his worst days,She stayed up to talk to him every night.He made mistakes but she forgave him always,He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.He didn't care, took her love for granted;He expected her to always just be there.She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,He dated other girls, she tried not to care.Finally, she left, didn't want to wait foreverShe found a better guy who liked her too.This guy saw her potential, he adored her;His intentions with her were honest and true.Seeing them together made him realize something:Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.All he had left was the memory of her leaving,He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.~C♡
Dirt's MasqueradeThis lonely soul and her broken smile,how it lies and brings denial.How she wears those tattered clothes,that we should know she never chose.That filthy life shes forced to lead,her abysmal strife that we misread.She didn't ask for this pitiful existence,nor does she ask for selfish benedictions.She doesn't care for your words so snooty,this inferior creature that has no beauty.She doesn't care of the words you waste,deep inside she has been blessed and graced.With a kind heart that would swallow the world,if only our ignorant hearts would come unfurled.Misjudged on the outside because the life shes been laid,Her inner beauty left hidden, by the dirt's masquerade.
AddictionAddiction:The lights are out and I'm feeling manicMy heart is thumping in a shivering panic.It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;How many more; do I have to go?Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.My screams and sounds are growing quiet;I need those pills; I'm growing tired...Without them I'm colourless, just an empty faceOh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...I don't know how and I don't know why;But it's just so hard to say goodbye.When you need a feeling, when you need a high;It's really easy to tell the lie:'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'But you can't hear, your own denial..."Hello, hello, how low will you go?"-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.But everything in life has its consequence...Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.I don't get why you're worried though...But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
Never Back DownYou stitched my lips todaySo I could not speakI sliced my slender throatSo I could still breatheDowsed acid in my eyesSo I could not seeBut I reached out to touch herShe in turn touched meYou cut my ears todayI hear no birds singOr an infant's laughterAnd the joy that bringsYou bound my wrists and handsNow they are red rawI should blindly stumbleBut still I stand tallYou sliced my fingertipsI can't feel her skinThe softness of her hairThe barrel of my penYou broke my legs in twoNow I cannot walkNor can I see or hearFeel or talkYou did all of these thingsTo keep me quietYet the passion that stirsIs as loud as a riotListen for the silenceThat comes before the soundNow feel for my touchAs I will never back down
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you areI don't care what you wereBut if you are with me,I will care about youI don't care where you liveI don't care what you live inBut if you have no reason to live,I will help you find your reasonI don't care what relationship you hadI don't care who they were withBut if they hurt you,I will be there for youI know I don't care about many thingsI know I'm blunt and insensitive at timesJust know thatI am your friend and you are mineI may not care at times, but right now I doI'm not insensitive because I still care for you