Mother Teresa...Saint?


When one hears the name mother Teresa, we think of a Roman Catholic nun rescuing the poor of Calcutta and her organization, ‘the Missionaries of Charity,’ setting up houses to serve the poor all around the world. Although Mother Teresa’s intentions and heart were in the right place in her quest to help the poorest of the poor, there were also many flaws which came with her devotion and religious beliefs.


Mother Teresa and her charity started out as a noble cause, reaching out to the poor, not with material goods, but with love and emotional caring, (ew) which in the beginning was most likely, all she could give. However as she received more publicity, more people wanted to reach out and donate money to go towards the poor (including the poor themselves), this is where Mother Teresa’s stubbornness got in the way of what was truly, in the medical sense right for the poor. She glorified suffering and poverty to the point of encouraging it, and thus promoted blind acceptance to the misery of man-made laws. In Haiti, to keep the spirit of poverty, the sisters reused needles until they became blunt. Seeing the pain caused by the blunt needles, some of the volunteers offered to provide more needles, but the sisters refused. Mother Teresa followed the doctrines and the beliefs of the church so profoundly that the poor suffered greater than they should have. According to Susan Shield who was part of Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity for nine and a half years the sisters were not allowed to show any attachment to people they may help and also must live in poverty themselves. Twisted much? Shields’ was one of the sisters who sent thank-you letters and receipt to the donors, and stated “We wrote receipts for checks of $50,000 and more on a regular basis.” All this money was directly deposited into the bank. The sisters were still expected to beg for food to give to the poor despite the millions of dollars sitting in these banks all over the world. There were 3,000 children dying in Africa of starvation a day, however Mother Teresa refused to use the money to buy meals for them.


Nobody knows exactly where all this money went to because Mother Teresa does not follow many of the rules and regulations of other countries.Indian law requires charitable organizations to publish their accounts. Mother Teresa's organization ignores this prescription.


However one must take into consideration that Mother Teresa’s cause was purely religious, and an A&E biography on her even states, “The real nature of what she was trying to do, was religious, and she was not a social worker.” Mother Teresa pointed this out several times in various interviews however many people failed to listen. “She was bearing witness for what she believed in and for what was right.” That was her strength, to be unembarrassed, and even unembarrassable.


Mother Teresa was no saint, she was a face for the Vatican state, which included her lasting friendship with the pope and her own little cozy house in the middle of it all.



Pleasantville...Pleasant?

The suburbs make me want to hurl. No, wait - the mothers in the suburbs make me want to hurl. It's funny how they think they are all - as what my infantile generation labels as "MILF" or Trophy Wives - however they seemed to have forgotten the fact that in order to be a Trophy Wife, you must be attractive as welll as in tip top form - or skinny with big boobs. You also must be 20 something and read Hello or In Touch on a weekly basis while making passes at the pool boy.

My favorite part of biking along the perfectly cemented sidewalks of the residential area where I live, is when I see these unitellectual women performing their daily workout. ha! For one, the fat ones don't seem to know what a sports bra is and the old ones don't even break a sweat. What kind of exercise is this? It seems easy - however it doesn't look like it will make the cut for the latest infommercial, considering there are no results to go on.

And for the last time, your next door neighbors daughter who babysits for you maybe twice a season, when you are out spying to see who your husband is cheating on you with is not considered a 'nanny'. They are just considered the typical suburban teenager who needs the five bucks an hour you pay them, to buy some pot so they can become just like you when they grow up! The suburban dropout rate has been increasing every year, I'm thinking it's the lack of appreciation for good literature.I will be more than pleased when I grow up and say one final goodbye to Pleasantville. I hope to end up in some busy city where I will never have to pass a spurious housewife ever again. When biking I will get to see tons of cracks in the road...oh how I miss the uneven streets of the city.

Trees...Masterminds?

As I was traveling around space the other night, and looking down on the planet Earth, I came to a crucial conclusion. Trees (literally) rule the world. Until settlers reached the mid-west, the Native American tribes made a habit of purposefully and meticulously destroying every tree they could find. I think these Native Americans were on to something.


Think about it, if all the trees were to die, all the people in the world would also drop down dead. I can even put a price on it; in fifty years, one tree recycles $37,000 worth of oxygen. Also, trees are the longest living organisms on Earth, this means they have seen it all, from the dinosaurs, to the Native Americans onerously chopping them down to their death, to the robots. If there were aliens on the planet Earth, they would unquestionably live in trees. Not only do trees produce food, shelter and sound barriers (therefore the mortals cannot hear the recondite conversations going on between these methodical organisms), but they also provides $31,000 worth of erosion control. And get this! Hospital patients heal faster, require shorter stays and fewer painkillers if their room windows face trees. These trees are crazy. “Modern-day chickens may instinctively seek out trees.” No kidding, the trees and chickens are out to run the world. What are we going to do? I guess I’ll be making a pledge to ‘Green Planet International’ in order to help save the rain forest. There is no way I’m getting on the trees bad side…no way! I’m far too aberrant to die.


The forest scares the hell out of me.
There are ghosts in there that tell you ferocious things.
And old ladies with toads for pets
who mumble incantations that make you scream.
And I miss the city, the buildings,
where the brick is the only thing that's exposed.
ANd as long as you don't fall into the cracks in the road,
you'll make it home.
The trees here might be green
but their hearts are black as black can ever be.
And birds circle above you waiting for the night to fall,
so you can't see.

Che...my Hero?


I'm sick of people who go to the movie theater and sit dumbfounded watching a movie and walk out and state the following phrase:

     "What a cute movie," now let us get back into our mini van, and go back to our house where we made sure our grass was greener than the Jones' next-door.

     Has our society forgotten to question the world around us? I finished watching 'The Motorcycle Diaries' and noticed how the movie portrayed Ernesto Guevara otherwise know as 'El Che' as a kind-hearted, compassionate young man. My heartstrings were being pulled one by one while I sat in my chair, eating my mouthwatering popcorn. But was Che really as good as the movie made him out to be? What the movie forgot to mention was his dislike for blacks, Jews, and homosexuals. Che was a cold-blooded killer. As much as Che wanted to help the impoverished Latin Americans he just couldn't resist having that six million dollar home up in Havana with his buddy Fidel.

    "Revolution without firing a shot? You're crazy." - Che Guevara

     That quote says it all. 'Let us try guerilla tactics first; if that doesn't work maybe we'll try the whole "peaceful" method.' Before you go around talking about a movie and the person portrayed in the movie, do your research! Question the true meaning behind the usually ultra-rich, liberal directors’ film.

Part 1:



Why I’m an Atheist.




Okay, so here you go. Something nice and light to start off with. Atheism is the disbelief in or the “denial” of the existence of God or gods. To begin I think I should tell you why and how I came to be an atheist.



When I was a diminutive child, I lived with my mother and father and neither of them took me to church or taught me religious stories. If they had done this, I may have thought it good to believe in something higher than oneself.


When I was around 5 years old my parents went out and left me with an imbecilic caretaker, who happened to be religious, and I received my first teaching of the bible. The babysitter, whose name I cannot remember, told me wonderful stories of Jesus, and how I should be nice to everyone, blah, blah, blah. But then an anomalous thing happened; this strange prevaricator told me about God. She told me I must pray and be faithful and all this other stuff I don’t remember.


When my mother got home, my ornery self told her that the woman who looked after me the night before had passed on to me this thing called God. Expecting some sort of reaction, I looked at her with uneasiness as she just nodded her head and kept silent. I now know she wanted me to make up my own mind about the way things are. For about two months I made myself pray, however, quickly became bored with the whole idea of believing in something therefore without knowing it becoming agnostic.



As I became older, started reading and, while in school, started learning the power of reason through maths and science, I experienced that we can be sure of things which we can measure and weigh (to name a few) and that almost everything in my world was considered sensory. Basically at this point I knew that I didn’t know anything at all.


I remember the day I rancorously found out that Santa Clause wasn’t real I began to question everything I had heard, including God. As I believed in Santa Clause for a great deal of time more then my conventional peers, the loss of St. Nick was much more devastating to me than anyone can imagine.


I thought to myself ‘If we know what Santa looks like, where he lives, the names of his reindeer, yet we know he doesn’t exist, does this mean that all the stories about God and Jesus are not true. Us humans really don’t have a way to prove them.’ thus began my path to Atheism. Although I am a “weak” Atheist and believe that things do not exist merely because they have been defined to do so, I still believe that reality is not decided by logic and if reality and logic disagree, reality wins.



I didn’t just wake up one day and had an altercating experience with all the voices in my head (which are still present) whether God existed or not, and let the loudest voice win. I indeed tried to be religious several times, from Buddhism to Catholicism, however each time I found that the religious beliefs were fundamentally incompatible with what I had observed around me. I am not an unbeliever through ignorance or denial (denial- people canonize that word when it comes to talking about atheism) I am an atheist by choice!



And yes I do find ways of coping with my problems without the use of religion; literature,music, psychotherapy and a mother who loves me and is my best friend, are just naming a few. How do I live my life and perhaps promote good things? Well, I think it’s up to oneself to make the most of their life, considering it’s the only one they’ve got, I have concluded that all beliefs should be open to question and I don’t think that just because something is popular it’s good.



Well that is about all I have to say on how I became and why I am an atheist. Stay tuned for part 2... Why Being an Atheist Rules.



And feel free to comment; haters...don't hold back.


Chickens: the evil within


CHICKENS: THE EVIL WITHIN

What is it about chickens that makes me wince whenever I think about them? Is it their beady eyes, the abonimable food they produce (and us humans eat), or could be the fact that they are just villainous? Don't even get me started on the whole bird flu topic. I mean what other animal would be the cause of such a harrowing disease besides chickens? Eye infections, pneumonia, acute respiratory distress and other severe and life-threatening complications, who would be evil enough to do such a thing? I bet the rooster is in on this too, making that unnerving noise every single morning, just to warn the chickens "the humans are on the prowl, start planting all those proficient gadgets in your eggs which you can use to carry out our collaborative plan to attack." And get this... There are more chickens in the world than humans.


And what is up with the whole David Blaine chicken illusion? Removing the head off a chicken the placing it back on as if nothing happened while the audience just stares in content. Oh… these chickens are really getting to me. And now I have to start working at McDonalds, the land of chicken nuggets, chicken salads, chicken wraps, and worst of all chicken burgers.


They’ve taken over Romania…whose next?



http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/world/05/bird_flu_map/html/1.stm

Destroy the Activists!

Animal Activists are one group of people who deserve to die, partly because they are "willing" to and also because they are taking away from my one and only true passion; The War on Chickens. The only thing I would give Ingrid Newkirk any credit for is PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), they now have over one million members, and that's including the junior activists who go around the street wearing their PETA patch and screaming at any bystander who is carrying fur on them that they are wearing a killed rabbit/horse/dog/human and then they proceed by drooling all over it with their strawberry lollipops still in mouth. Kids are dumb. You can get them to believe anything and rhapsodize it in any way.

PETA: I accuse you of the exploitation of Children

I hope to one day create an organization as chivalrous as PETA, however it would have nothing to do with animals, but we would open tons of slaughter houses around the world and support KFC. It would be partly for amusment and plus I would benefit from it in some way.

What's the deal with Pamela Anderson and her new found love of chickens. "Kentucky Fried Cruelty!" The girl who was thought of and still is thought of a sex object is all about "saving the chickens."

"Some recent animal research studies have reinforced the ideas that there might be a link between silicone gel and effects on the immune system. However, these studies cannot prove a connection between silicone and immune system effects because they were intentionally designed to stimulate the animals' immune systems through the injection of other substances."

Pam's breats have actually been tested on animals! mwahahahhahha! She should take that with her to her grave which I am in the process of digging.

 Kentucky Fried Cruelty believes they are actually doing something indicative just because they have the Dalai Lama, and some gay actor from that mind numbing, corny movie "The Notebook" involved. Sheesh! Animal Activists kill me (small pun intended).



EAT THIS PAMELA:


Click!

I absolutely loathe when you ask someone to snap a quick photo of you and when you get the picture developed you become baffled that the human being, who acted as if they knew how to apply their common sense while taking a picture, had no idea where to point the camera. You look at the photograph and question 'is that my half of the body or some strangers?' because you just can't see yourself. I mean what human being does not know where to station a simple camera? "I GO IN THE CENTER YOU IGNORAMUS!!"

If people can't get me into the picture, I'll add myself!

Reality...or reality?

Reality TV annoys me-because it's so addictive yet so mind numbing. Who ever came up with the idea for a reality TV show was a genius (I expect it really started with survivor and then it took off from there) I mean once I watch the first one I want to see who wins- I couldn't start it and then not finish it. I could just watch the first and last episode-but then I wouldn't get to see the painful eliminations one at a time.

I'm particularly a sucker for America's Next Top Model...there's something about watching tall, skinny girls compete for the same thing- all while living in the same house together. It really kills me when they all start freaking out over such insignificant things like how unfair it is that someone got to hold a fake child while someone else gets to hold a real one.
Reality TV shows are the shows I love to hate. What reality TV show do you make time for?

Hot...or not?


I was checking my e-mail when I accidentally clicked a link to some "rating" site. And I really think those rating sites on the internet should be shut down. You know...the ones where you rate other people -on a scale of 1-10- on how good looking or ugly someone is. Anyone who would sign up for those sites are retarded; even if they are doing it "just for fun." I mean deep down they probaly want to get like a 10 or something.


And if you think about it they arn't even accurate, I wonder how many people go to them and click on any random number. But there are people who actually take their ratings seriously...like the ugly people...they probaly want to know how ugly they truthfully are, since their friends won't tell them the truth. Then there are the pretty people who are so insecure with themselves that they need to prove to the world that they havn't lost their looks and arn't planning on doing so.Next comes the people who convince themselves that they are just doing it for kicks...I call this particualr group the 'fabricators' or in more general terms 'the big fat liars.'


If you ask me, these so called "hot or not" sites are absurd and an utter waste of time. And here I am...back to the superficial world...


*I'm on the 5th chapter of Harry Potter (the first one) and I believe I was right...it was pretty much a fluff book...it's okay for kids I guess but I prefer books with substance.*



Harry Potter...obsession?


Am I the only kid who can't sit through Harry Potter movie...let alone actually read the book. I have tried to read the book at least three times and each time my pursuit of finishing this "nine days'wonder" ends unsuccessfully at around the first half of the first chapter. Why is this? I was able to read (and analyze) Julie of the Wolves in the sixth grade, Wild Magic in the seventh, (don't get me started on those) but why the hell can't I finish at least ONE Harry Potter book?
Now I'm living in a society where every kid thinks Harry Potter is the greatest book ever written ... how will I cope? I'm serious; every "sane" Korean has read the whole series of Harry Potter books and owns every one of the movies on DVD. They act as if it's holier than the bible.
Now if any of you has read any Harry Potter book...please I beg of you to tell me what you get out of these books? I don't think you can learn too much from reading about ths wizard guy who goes to a wizard school and does wizard things with his wizard friends? If you can tell me and I will attempt to cease my reading cycle once and for all.
And get this Harry Potter has an official website..check it out ....
http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/main/homepage/intro.html


Parsley...evil?

I just had lunch and I had this urge to write in my blog about something I have been observing almost all my life whenever I go out to eat in a restaurant...this stupid herb called 'Parsley' It gets put on almost every dish...no one eats it...no one really even looks at it...and it does not make a plate of food look prominent-maybe greener but not better. "Parsley is one of the most widely used herbs"....No kidding-You can't even get a plate of fried rice without escaping the site of this biennial plant!! If you were to gather all the thrown out parsley in the world I bet it could feed all the people in Mauritania.

Don't even get me started on all the small - almost obsessively - cut food ornaments that they put on the sides of almost every dish in Thailand. I mean 1) it's such a waste of time to sit there, cut a carrot, and make it look like a perfectly shaped flower and 2) it is the biggest waste of food-Who eats this stuff?

Beauty is so superficial...even in food.

Emo...or Emotional?


Now kids let's talk about Emo...


My top ten questions on Emo:


1) What is Emo?


2) Is it a religion?


3) Is it the new Kabbalah?


4) Who was the mastermind who conceived this trend named "Emo?"


5) Why do "their People" wear such tight pants?


6) Do the adherents all speak a language which makes them unified?


7) Why do I keep hearing and seeing the words "My Chemical Romance?"


8) Are these things which call themselves "Emos" even human?


9) Where do "Emos" come from?


10) Do "Emos" contribute something meaningful to the world that is conspicuous to everyone else but me?


Please take the time out of your chaotic lives to answer, if not all, at least one of my questions. I will forever owe tribute to you in, possibly, a future rant.

Pluto...not a planet?

So I was watching the news the other night when this abominable story of our solar system came up; Pluto has been demoted to a "dwarf planet" - meaning we now only have eight regular planets instead of nine. I'm tempted to say wtf? but instead I'l just ask:


Why?


Why?


Why?


According to the International Astronomical Union, Pluto is automatically disqualified because its "oblong orbit overlaps with Neptune's." Where is the proof that the space around Neptune's planet even belongs to Neptune? Who is to say that Pluto isn't renting its orbit out to Neptune? Maybe Pluto was just prying in on its own space to see if it was being taken care of. Neptune should be the planet disqualified from the universe.I have a feeling we havn't heard the end of this either. I mean we already named the most incoherent Disney character after the - in my heart- regular planet. Pluto will find its revenge.

Did anyone even think that just because the 'people' of Pluto arn't visible to us maybe they could be inside their planet? But on a more serious note what morons just wake up and have a vote on whether a planet isn't a planet anymore? Okay everyone, Earth isn't a planet anymore...so get the Hell out! Now I'm bottled with rage I have to state it: WTFlying Saucers?!