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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


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There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

20 April, 2006
"Dear Chuck,"
(Subtitled, "The Word 'Fuck' Sixty-Nine Times")

Normally I would respond item for item to a comment I received containing numerous questions, such as:

"I'm just wondering why, if all these things are true, he hasn't been impeached? Doesn't it ever get old for you liberals to just keep on complaining without ever actually doing anything? What have you done personally (besides vote for John Kerry, hardly an alternative) to get rid of George W. Bush? Have you written letters to congressman? Have you started organizations, written the ACLU, written editorials, anything at all other than post on a blog about how 'everyone hates him'?"

However, since that grew old long before it ever grew fruitful, my response to this most recent comment is as follows:

Dear Chuck,
Fuck Bush; fuck you; fuck simplicity; fuck analogy; fuck hyperbole; fuck stupidity; fuck sensibility; fuck assumption; fuck presumption; fuck pigeons in their fucking holes; fuck stereotypes; for that matter, fuck prototypes; fuck logic; fuck Kerry; fuck the Democrats; fuck the Republicans; fuck politics; fuck controversy; fuck poverty; fuck grandstanding, showboating, gladhanding, backslapping, and palmgreasing; fuck bi-partisanship; fuck unity; fuck the aisle and anything that crosses it; fuck magazines; fuck the media; fuck Hollywood; fuck anyone that stands for anything; fuck immigration reform, tax reform, welfare reform; fuck suits and ties; fuck lies; fuck cries of pain; fuck shame; fuck this land we inhabit, that we call "Blessed by God;" fuck the church we have erected to pass on this message; fuck us for believing; fuck instability; fuck misery; fuck the books that destroy the Church; fuck the people that destroy the Church; fuck the churches that destroy the Church; fuck the rich; fuck the poor; fuck everyone caught inbetween; fuck the third world, those we feel need our help; fuck satisfaction; fuck class-action; fuck legislation; fuck litigation; fuck sitcoms; fuck dot coms; fuck love; fuck hate; fuck lying in wait; fuck decisions; fuck arrogance; fuck impeachment; fuck war crimes; fuck peace times; fuck scandal; fuck morals; fuck the oval office and all of its failures, from lust to greed; fuck rules; fuck tools; fuck distance; fuck proximity; fuck the world; fuck off.

Oh yeah. And fuck me.
posted by Rockel @ 2:15 PM  
4 Comments:
  • At 20/4/06 7:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    when in doubt, insult.

    i guess it fills up space when you have nothing else to say.

     
  • At 20/4/06 7:34 PM, Blogger InterestingPhysics said…

    you know, with all that promiscuity you call for, something is bound to be born that you wish wern't.

     
  • At 21/4/06 7:01 AM, Blogger The Cobra said…

    Hey Rockel, query:

    Why so angry?

     
  • At 21/4/06 7:40 AM, Blogger Chuck Wade said…

    Matt,

    This particular post really moved me, which I suppose was the point of such a passionate monologue. My first and certainly most prominent response was to be upset, but the more I started thinking about it the more I realized that I am a hypocrite. I just recently gave a friend advice about a problem he was having and that advice included that as Christians we should be at peace as much as it is up to us. I have done that neither on my own site nor on yours; neither to you nor others with whom I disagree. I won't apologize because that would imply that I meant to do something else other than anger you. I will ask your forgiveness however. I have been a(n) butthole and will do my best to change. I do not agree with your views on just about anything, but that does not entitle me to say some of the things and imply some of the things that I have. Forgive me.

     
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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.

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