Saturday, March 18, 2006

"Your Blog May Come Back To Haunt You".....Oh Noes, I'm Teh Scared!!!

Ok, I can see where this guy is coming from with his post about the things we post on our own personal blogs, but seriously, if any person reading my blog(s) has any problem with me being confident in my personal belief in Jesus as my Lord and Savior, as well as the fact that I have the balls to stand for what I believe, then they're the one that really has the problem. With that, here's the webpage address for anyone interested in reading up on what the guy on the page has posted: . Sure, he mentions MySpace alot on there, which only goes to show that most people on MySpace are extremely ignorant of the fact that maybe, just maybe, they shouldn't be posting anything and everything about themselves such as their age, sex and location, along with other personal and sensitive information. Seriously, get a grip, dumbasses. Start actually thinking about what you post before you post it, that way, you won't have some sick pervert coming after you because they're into having sex with young children. Of course, kids that frequent MySpace aren't really the only ones to blame for the debacle that has erupted from so many young kids being talked into doing all kinds of crap that just happen to have MySpace accounts. Can you guess who else may be to blame for that? Come on, think. It's a word that stars with a "p" and ends with "arents". Yeah, you heard me right, the parents are really the ones to blame, because it's up to them as parents to BE freaking parents, which means it's up to them to monitor what the hell their kids are doing online, which means that it's up to them to sometimes go behind their kid's backs and find out who the hell they're talking to online, if their kids won't disclose that information to them for whatever reason. Sure, I know alot of people will say, "But that's invading their privacy" and other stuff along those lines, but the REAL truth is that as long as a child is in the care of their parents, then it is up to the parents to KNOW WHO THEIR KIDS ARE TALKING TO/ HANGING OUT WITH AND WHAT THE HELL THEIR KIDS ARE DOING. Any parent that doesn't want to know those things about their kids are showing their kids that they really don't care, and they're telling their kids that it's OK for them to talk to people online that they know NOTHING about, save for knowing their online screen name, which could range from an anime' character's name to "badmofo2005" to any number of other screen names. Are parents really that ignorant of technology that they really don't have the first damn clue about the internet and webblogs? This is the year 2006. It's time for parents who don't have a clue about what their kids are doing online to actually FIND THE HELL OUT what their kids are doing online, because not all of them are just downloading the latest .mp3 from their favorite band. Not by a long shot. If that's all alot of young kids were doing online, then there wouldn't be all kinds of wrong stuff going on, now would there? And there also wouldn't be all kinds of pedophiles getting their jollies online with all the young kids that frequent MySpace. Why do I keep mentioning MySpace? Because I have yet to hear anything about any young kid being lured away through their Blogger, Xanga, or BlogDrive accounts. That's not to say that it won't ever happen, I'm just saying that MySpace has proven to be notorious for that, or maybe it's the people that frequent MySpace. So, to wrap up this here post, if you're gonna go and post a bunch of crap about you liking 12 year old boys, and you're into role-playing games, and you live in your mother's basement, then you better EXPECT to get your ass in trouble in one way or another. Why? Because you're attracting trouble to yourself by hiding behind a seemingly innocent screenname.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

What The Blue Hell Happened To Real Men?

Upon viewing a six minute video of two guys going head-to-head at Super Mario Bros. for the NES in order to find out who would beat the game the fastest, I've come to a startling realization: This is all this generation nowadays can really say they've accomplished. Not fighting in any real wars that involved taking out dictators, nor trodding across the wide-open plains of America with their newly wed and also extremely pregnant wife, not even riding the same wide-open lands of America on horseback, discovering that there was a huge tribe of American Indians settled on the land they were planning on settling themselves. I know alot who read this post will say, "What does that have to do with how men are now?" And I'll reply by saying, "It has EVERYTHING to do with how men are now". If all this generation has accomplished is a faster way to beat a damn video game, or some other trite bullcrap along those lines, then this generation hasn't accomplished anything. What happened to young boys wanting to go out into the wild blue yonder and explore the vastness of their local terrain, wherever it is they dwell? What happened to the warrior spirit that is supposed to be in the hearts of men all over America? How come so many men are so content with just sitting in their Laz-E-Boy recliners and drink a beer and root for their favorite sports team, rather than actually go out with the fierce intention of actually JOINING a sports team? And why is it that when a man gets the balls to do something of that nature, no matter how old he is, the woman in his life wants to automatically chop his nuts off for wanting to do it? I'll tell you why. Because this country is feminized. There aren't as many real men in this country because there's too many damn women running them around, telling them all to be "nice, sweet guys", and to not offend anyone. Let me tell any woman who may read this post one thing: I'm a man, and I have a pair of nuts, and I'm not afraid to stand up and admit that it's OK for me to be a man. Do I go around, slapping women upside their heads with a false act of being "macho", or "tough", or "fearless"? No I do not. And the reason why I do not do those things is because I KNOW I'm a man, and I don't have to prove that to ANYONE. I don't go into any situation with the attitude that I'm already defeated, that I don't have what it takes to succeed, because I KNOW I have what it takes. I KNOW I can take on any challenge God brings my way, and I KNOW He will make a way for me to succeed. These are things I KNOW in my heart to be true, and subsequently, this is how I KNOW I'm living from a centerpoint, a state of balance. And you wanna know something else? I don't subscribe to any sort of "Taoist" philosophies either that would tell me to let all bad "karma" roll off my shoulder, because the more I may do that, the more I would be allowing some stupid person's words to emasculate me. As I've said before, I don't flaunt a false act of being "macho", "tough", or "fearless", because I KNOW who I am, and I KNOW who I am in Jesus. I KNOW I'm a fierce warrior. I KNOW I have what it takes. I've been through the ring of fire. I've fought my way back from all sorts of hell, and I KNOW God is the One who showed me the way. Don't misread what I've just said to mean that I'm taking credit for everything that God has done for me through His Son Jesus, because I didn't say that at all. I'm just saying that I know where I've been. I know the torment the devil has tried to put upon me. And I also know that I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES. I AM a warrior through and through. My eyes have been sharpened through battling the enemy, as well as my other senses. There's not too much that escapes my gaze. When I scan over a situation, I KNOW where the enemy is hiding, because the Holy Spirit tells me, and I also have the personal experience of going through the things I've been through. The things that have sharpened me to a razor-sharp edge that can slice through any demonic force as quick and precise as a samurai sword. I want to know where the real men are, the true warriors, the men that aren't afraid to be rude if the situation calls for it. The men that won't back down from a feminized mentality that tells them to be "nice and sweet" all the time. I want to know where the men are that still have their nuts. That still have the cajones to call the devil out and chop his head off with the Sword of the Spirit. WHERE ARE YOU? Sucking at your mother's breast, even though you're in your mid forties? Still calling up your mother, acting like a "good little boy" whenever you talk to her? Let me hip all you "men" out there that think you're real men to something: If you're really a real man, you won't have to say a word to ANYONE about being a real man. You won't even have to open your mouth at all, because that essence will be upon you thicker than molasses, and it will drip from your being, and THAT is what the devil wants to rob you of. THAT is his primary goal concerning your life. And the reason why is because REAL men aren't afraid of the big, bad wolf. REAL men aren't afraid to kick ass and take names. REAL men aren't afraid to say, "Go ahead, make my day". I'm sure most men are familiar with Clint Eastwood movies, with the way Clint Eastwood portrays whatever character his role calls for in the movies he was in. And I'm sure most men look up to Clint Eastwood, but many of them do not know WHY they do. I'll tell you why. It is because they all secretly want to do what Clint Eastwood did in those movies. They all want to kick ass and take names, and still stand up and say, "Go ahead, make my day" in a tone and intonation of voice that would make every other man piss his pants and run crying home to his momma. But there's one problem with their endeavor: They don't have the balls to do it. They've been told for far too long that they don't have what it takes, that they're better off being a "nice, sweet, loveable guy that everyone will like". Let me hip all you "men" out there that think you're real men to another good point: If you want to do the things you know in your heart that God has put in you to do, then you gotta be rude about it from time to time. You gotta be willing to get in peoples' faces and challenge their ideas of who they say you are, and still be able to stand up and say, "Go ahead, make my day". Because if you cannot do that, then you're not ready. You're still a gelding. Your nuts still belong to momma. Go ahead, prove me wrong in this. Prove to me that what I've said is a falsehood. Prove to me that Samson, the strongest man in the Word of God that killed a fully grown male lion with his bare hands and ate the meat of that lion, was a wuss. Prove to me that most Christian men aren't wusses. Prove to me that you've got what it takes to be a warrior for God. To be able to stand up in the face of the devil and scream out, "GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY!"