I’m back! A blog of re-introduction.

I’m back! A blog of re-introduction..

Welcome back Joe! Don’t ever change.

 

Check out my friend’s blog.  He is straight up the real deal. Nice work Joe!

Bam! That’s logic fo’ ya!

After battling with Atheists for what seems like months, I took my questions to the man. That is Dr. Glenn Joy. I don’t expect you to accept my adoration for him as credence but I think it is fair to note that, not only is he the best Logic instructor I ever had, he has been a Professor of Philosophy since 1965. His specialty is Logic but we had a heck of a time together studying Religion Vs. Science. (Best class ever!) He is my Annie Sullivan. I owe him a great deal and I am eternally grateful for his continued support on my journey. Dr. Joy is a joy, that is for sure.

At any rate, this is for my atheist friends. The irony about Atheism is that there are a variance of ways that people define it. Some say it is a disbelief, some say it is a lack of belief, others say they claim there is no god, while again others aver that they never make claims. Who is right?? Aye dios mio! Pun intended. Its wrecked out there. In the highest form of irony, each Atheist with each competitive view asserts their definition is the ULTIMATE one. Adorable!

Ok, shall we? The three following issues are what come up most often:

Some atheists contend that atheism is a “lack of belief” (which is harmless enough I suppose), but then make the broad leap to universality and so “deduce” that anyone who lacks a belief in god is an atheist. This is not a valid argument.

Secondly, some atheists contend that atheism is not a choice. Which is ironic because they usually do so after telling you about all the evidence they’ve weighed (weighing in itself is a choice, hello), yet still somehow attempt to conclude that despite having researched and pondered that no choice was made to OFFICIALLY call oneself a distinction that was not innate. Innerestin’.

And thirdly, and the only point I have ever tried to make, yet Atheists get distracted by argumentation, is that I just find it truly ironic that Atheists hate the idea of god but have molded their entire lives around disputing what they consider a myth. This is the argument for Conditional Dependence. They are verily dependent upon the concept (not existence, just the concept) of god in their very own Self Definitive Terminology. No one else finds that absurd? To define yourself, make a twitter account, FB, tumblr, just to defeat what you think is a myth? Is it that you can’t find any better way to help the world than arguing for your disbeliefs?
What a waste. Religion is a symptom of the problem. The problem is a failure in logic, until we address that, Religion is just a distraction and Atheism is part and parcel of that distraction.

And yet in another case of irony; Atheists use the same logical structuring in their arguments as Theists. The rub is that Atheists have attempted to hijack Logic and make it mean what ever they want it to. I feel sure it is because they have never attempted to reach outside their own consciousness and that signals to me a resignation of critical thinking. But don’t take my word for it. Here are 3 questions I posed to Dr. J. The same questions I have been posing to atheists for months. If any one atheist can dispute this, I will praise your name across the interwebs.

Another for your brain

gypsyzingaro@gmail.com
9:27 AM (3 hours ago)

to Glenn
Ok. This one is just for me.
Is it (can it be) logically supported to say:

It is possible for a belief to exist without a countering disbelief to exist yet impossible for a disbelief to exist without an initial belief?

And for giggles, what is your definition of Atheism.

Bonus: Do you think a disbelief and a lack of belief are the same?

Sorry, but I am needing some logic or my brain is going to collapse.

Hope you’re well. At your leisure, naturally. Have a great day!

j

Fin.

Glenn Joy
10:12 AM (3 hours ago)

to me
Hi,
I’m giving a logic exam as I write.

People have believed in the external world even when there were no idealists.
Since it is an “ism” I think it involves the actual disbelief in god/gods. Babies aren’t atheists.
People can lack a belief in the existence of other galaxies without disbelieving their existence.

–gcj

gypsyzingaro@gmail.com
10:59 AM (2 hours ago)

to Glenn
I am most grateful. Logic, indeed is my religion! Praise Venn!

Fin.

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Anyone care to try?

Dear Idiots…You know who you are.

Got into a battle of wits with an unarmed attacker on twitter over the last few weeks who barked up the wrong tree with her Talking Points and obvious deficiency in logic. Even though I have covered this MULTIPLE times in my life, blog, conversations and swears/prayers, allow me to revisit the topic of Freedom of Choice.

Freedom of Choice is NOT the desire to kill babies. Unlike the multitude of “Pro-Life” adherents who are vastly PRO Death Penalty, and PRO War, I am not at all concerned with, nor consumed with Life nor Death in my belief that the US guarantees Freedom of Choice. I hate abortion, I think it is a terrible option to a COMPLETELY PREVENTABLE dilemma. Would I kill someone to make that point? Hell to the no. (But I bet those rallying against the guaranteed Freedom, couldn’t send troops to die fast enough or an inmate to the syringe before their foaming mouths dried.)  I am so sick of people mistaking themselves as “Pro Life” when they are so obviously busy-body, controlling, pathetic, nosy, sanctimonious assholes. If you are “Pro Life” and, as well, Pro Death Penalty, and Pro War (which ironically most of any fits the bill of all) then you are an obtuse hypocrite. Oh, I realize you probably don’t understand all those words, as you most likely dropped out of school in 6th grade, but look them up. Say it with me–dic-tion-ary.

So next time one of you ill informed, willfully ignorant jack tards wants to step to me, save yourself the trouble and go wrestle a stump. You have no argument for your idiocy that I have not covered in my many essays on this topic. If you have the time to look up every other word, I encourage you to sift through this blog, all your inane bombast has been responded to and dispatched with accordingly. So, in closing, get bent you inbred, illiterate, anti-American, Freedom destroying twats. The US is no place for dictators and religious fanatics who wish to diminish the Freedoms our Forefathers promised us.

Huffington Post can kiss my ass

It was annoying at first. I did not curse nor insult. I
have had to put up with a ton of ignorant assholes and I willingly
returned. But when every single one of my posts supporting
Palestine and denouncing the unmitigated violence perpetuated in
the name of Israel were moderated out, that is it. I am done. I
will not support anything they do. They can kiss my f”ing ass.
That’s right. I visited that site at least 50 times a day, clicking
their links up to 300 times, giving their advertisers reason to
believe they should support this bullshit. We are done. I am done.
I will not patronize such business as this. Screw you if you don’t
know the difference between moderating and censoring.

Revolution.

Right now I am intensely interested in finding out everything I can about revolution. So I am reading The Communist Manifesto by Marx and Engels. Common Sense by Thomas Paine. The State by Vladimir Lenin. Stalin was an asshole. Lenin was a Leninophile. And I am convinced Marx and Engels hated mankind, overshadowed by their own overinflated senses of self-importance.

Thomas Paine is a wonderful writer. I am certain that I am not biased as I can see some fine points about Marx and Lenin, and perhaps it is a cultural thing that disables me from understanding exactly what their motivations were. But Paine, his words are so beautiful, so logical, so American. And I do not normally get all googlie goo about America. This neo-bigoted patriotism that is catching these days had really put me off.  In reading Paine, one understands why we were proud to begin with and how we could get back to deserving that kind of pride. We have strayed, no doubt. But his words are there, to be read by anyone who wishes to know how America became great in the first place. And how we might return to greatness.

Please check him out. Second best thing I have read from America since Thoreau. And you all know how I feel about H. D.

just a love letter to change.

Leo Berman is an asshole. Or at least his staff are.

I just called Texas Representative Leo Berman to protest his idiocy of Birther Reform. The old bitty on the other end, totally hung up on me. Is that how you represent Texas? By buying into ignorance and then hanging up on them? This man needs to be voted out. Let’s go. Oh hell no. You don’t hang up on your constituents. That is some straight up bullshit.

CNN you blew it.

idiots! Just watched live stream of CNN’s coverage of Pennsylvania. God. You are as bad as FOX. The guy talking with Blitzer just inferred that Philidelphia is going blue because of the ‘ginning of African-American’ vote. What a jack ass. Even if that is true, that is such a gauche way to report. I am sick of opinion in place of reporting. Stick to the numbers asshole, your commentary makes you seem like a bigot and an ignorant one at that and an insensitive one at that. Sheesh. Can’t anyone just freaking report the news without their two idiotic cents? I see them do it without sense all day. Just not the same.

BTW, that is not a “Liberal” bias, that is a white man bias. You would never assume that a white man won for all the white folk stumping. At least not out loud. IDIOTS.

I expect less from them than anyone. They are just as part of the old white man machine as any other news media corp out there.

Asshats.

Homeless No More

You know I try. I try to be kind. I try to be compassionate. I arrive at the necessity through a dogged yet flexible application of Logic that always brings me back to the same place. My compassion comes from understanding that most people are mired in the illusion. Warped in delusion, selfishness and greed. Burdened by their own contention with spiritual evolution. Bristling with their jagged forcefield ego. Because why else would they behave that way? Why else be so selfish? If they knew better, the mere thought of it, would destroy me.

I have been homeless for the last 3 years. I have lived (inside) with every kind of liar, addict, thief you can imagine. I have had ample opportunity to foster compassion in my heart and test my theory of Logic based conclusions for the asshattery that I have been constantly bombarded with. So even though I have lived in doors I have been without a home for 35 months.

Make no mistake. I take full responsibility for my part in this. And I couldn’t feel more stupid for my role as chaos facilitator. But for crying out loud. It was not just me. I have had plenty of time to figure out my errors and how to rectify any future tendency I might have to repeat the same crippling choices I made that put me at the mercy of some truly morally bankrupt manipulative assholes.

And while it may not seem very Buddhist to any novice out there, I will share with you what I learned.

Never leave shit unsaid. If you catch someone stealing or lying from you in the house you share, break their fucking balls. No second chances, no looking the other way. It is because I tried to be nice, understanding and nonconfrontational that I verily fostered those who now believed that they could lie to me and that I would not know, which in turn their success only encouraged them to continue.

So PUT A FOOT IN SOMEONE’S ASS. No shit. It will only take once to dispel all wonderings and if they don’t own it, apologize and vow to never steal or lie to you again, then KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT THEM. No lie. I know it don’t seem very nice. But if they want to behave like hooligans and invade your privacy, lie and manipulate, then by buddha they need their asses pummeled. Don’t make the same mistake I did. They have had the same opportunity you have to learn better behavior, and if no one has taught them any better, then you should consider that the fate that brought you together and it is your duty to impress this lesson on them, lest they strike again.

Also. When you see the first sign that someone is a selfish bastard who likes to manipulate and create drama, lock your doors, find another place to live, because they never get better. Change your phone number, color your hair and feign amnesia when you see them in the grocery store. If their lives are always in drama, the people they associate with are aholes, and various personalities emerge, GTFO. RUN! LIKE THE WIND!

I fucking hate manipulators. I am so sick of people molding reality to suit their own selfish agendas.

I know this is rambling but lastly, TRUST NO ONE. Yeah. That is what I got.

 

I was kicked out of a house because I would not be’ friends’ (only roommates) with two lonely bitter misogynistic men. I lived with a woman who on my third day stole 75% of my material goods and $400 and put me on the street. I lived with two grown women who threw me out because I caught one of them stealing from me while the other covered up for her. I always paid my rent on time, I never left a mess, and I was quiet and kept to myself. BUT PEOPLE HATED THAT. I don’t need to respect someone to be a housemate with them, but I don’t hand out my friendship to douchenozzles based on geographic proximity. Oh, they hated  me for not wanting to be friends. Retrospectively, turns out I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE OF THEM. Hmm. Interesting. I did not trust them to be friends with, and then they turned me out on to the street for no reason. Yea. dear people like that: that is a terrible way to argue for the fact that you deserve my friendship. you are assholes. and I am happier to have lived on the street at your hand than i ever would have been trying to be friends with you. Thanks for proving my point. Nice work jerks.

My instincts were right about three day girl but my reflexes were dull. But the misogynists both men and the women, totally caught me off guard. ANd that is my bad.

But how do you ever trust another person when you have watched so many lie right to your face?

 

Trust no one. I am not bitter. Just uber realistic.

Next time just gonna kick the living shit out of somebody. Believe it.

 

 

Live.

In my journey thus far, I have determined that people simply do not appreciate the Truth. Oh, I get it. It is difficult when someone like me approaches you and tells you about the spinach between your teeth while your ‘real’ friends have allowed you to smile away for hours.

But hey, it helps us both. You do not look silly, and I have helped you.  Why wouldn’t your friends tell you? My guess is that they are afraid of how you will react (look inward) or don’t care (look outward). Either way, I can’t see how anyone would rather have associates that fuel or maintain a destructive illusion, and no, I don’t mean spinach.

A young man came into my life as of late, and man, he is angry. He yelled at me, called me names, insulted me and in general, hated on me, all for calling him on his hypocrisy.

Hey, I ain’t mad. As a matter of fact the whole thing made me very sad. For a variety of reasons. Firstly, and gut-wrenchingly, his pain is my pain. I did not take the Vow, to be selective as to what I feel. I must feel it all, and attempt to heal it. Else why the awareness?

But this young man’s pain struck me as particularly personal.

One of my best friends growing up was cursed with the misfortune of being born gay into a very close minded family in the heart of the notoriously bigoted South. At least so it seemed unfortunate to him as he was raised to wrongly believe that homosexuality was an abomination and something to be cruelly and ignorantly mocked. Unbeknown to his family, every time they told a homo joke it was like a dagger in his side. Et tu?

To say they didn’t know any better, well, I shan’t argue for nor against that. It was certain they had no idea how crushing their bigotry was to one so close to them. Would they have behaved differently? Not told faggot jokes?  Not held their pinkies up while mocking gays? Would they have been supportive and loving, if they’d known?

No one can say for sure.

What happened is that my best friend did everything he could to blend in. He was a straight A student. Captain of the Football Team. Band, Homecoming Court (4 years in a row), Tennis Team, Student Council. He did it all. He did everything he could to fit in.  All while fostering a self loathing and hatred for his growing need to accept himself. All the feats and accomplishments could not fill the void of living a lie.

To be honest, I knew he was gay as long as I knew him (my whole life), and it never bothered me. In fact, it made me a more sensitive person, just by being near him and I made every attempt to make him feel loved. It is never enough.

Things, circumstances, life changes us.

My friend, in an attempt to find himself, may have taken chances that I believe a non self loathing person would not have and before we knew it, he was taken from me at the young age of thirty-three.

I have never been so angry in my life. What? Why? I cursed a god I did not even believe in. I begged a god I doubted existed to please make this not so.

I was angry at his family. At society. At Texas, which I love, but feel certain the pervading prejudices played a major role in the loss of my friend. I was just so angry at the idea that IF my friend had been taught to love himself, accepted for who he was, that he might still be here.

The worst anger was at myself. Had I done enough to prevent this? Granted I was younger than my friend and I know I did what I could for someone my age, but I felt like a failure. A failure without one of the best friends I ever had, gone, forever.

In a tragedy of this proportion, it is easy to get down and lose track of all the possibilities that may spring from such an episodic era of life. My friend’s family has become infinitely more open and accepting. They have all but ended the jokes, at least in my presence, and they grew immensely from this opportunity. That was his gift to them. I cannot help but think that is why my friend was sent to us. It is comforting to some degree, not personally, but universally.

I still revel in the argument that it was NOT fair that I should have to lose a friend, because THEY needed to learn the lesson of impermanence and opportunity.

But that was THEIR lesson, not mine. My lesson here is to do what I can for anyone in similar straits, to find the Truth and live it. I cannot stand idly by and witness self loathing. It is not pretty. Some people have built up their walls impenetrably.  They fight the Truth with anger, insults, and they DO NOT like being called on their self loathing hypocrisy.

The Truth scares them more than living in a cabinet their whole lives.

Even if these people do not meet the same untimely departure as my friend, they may as well be dead, living this lie. It is detrimental to the soul, psyche, physical body.

I don’t mind that people get mad at me for telling them the Truth they run from on a daily basis.

But I cannot live wondering if I did enough to help someone feel comfortable and worthy in the body they were born in.

We do not get to choose our skin color, orientation, family or genes, but it is our choice what do to with the circumstances we got.

I miss my friend, and I would never wish anyone to feel the anger, hurt and sorrow that I have in this arena.

We are one.

jaz

Why I drink my Whiskey straight.

On the way to my grandmother’s wake, my father took me on a detour by his house. On his way to change, he said to me, “Why don’t you pour us a drink.” Removing his tie, he added, “Use the good glasses.”

I perilously removed my mother’s gleeming Crystal rocks glasses. In all these years, this was the first time I even touched them. My dad made his usual hand signal known as Igor’s Two Fingers. It kinda looks like a Rock On sign turned sideways to denote his desire that I pour “Two Fingers” of whiskey in each glass.

I should note this is different than bartending Two Fingers, which generally denoted the index and middle digit representing a typical ounce in standard rocks glass. No.  Igor’s Two Fingers meant pour between the index and the pinky. Yikes. Ok. Wow.

I remember being so careful putting the ice in the fragile glasses. 3 half moons made by the freezer. Approximately 3/4 of an inch thick. I pulled out the barrel of Crown. Removed its purple sleeping bag. And I poured us both Two Fingers.

About this time Big Daddy returned, dressed more for the blistering heat, for there was about to be some smokin’, drinkin’, confessin’, and lamentin’ abouta go down.

He sauntered up to the table, and viewing my proximity to the Soda bottle next to me, he very clearly said, (with words I had never heard him utter), “You’re not gonna fuck that up with Sprite are you?”

With a proud but quivering lip, I boldly responded, “No sir.”

I trusted him without, beyond any doubt. I did not believe in any way, that everything he told me, was anything less than the way it should be.   He was my God. He was my Buddha. And if he says don’t mix whiskey, well, I am not going to. In ten years, I never have. Funny enough, even though I rarely understood or fully grasped his lessons in the moment, I always find them to ring true in the long run.

We went on to the back porch. Smoked and drank. Cooled off. He lectured me on Liquor, but as usual, what he was talking about had little to do with what he was trying to teach me.

All I could think, was man, I am gonna have to get a lot tougher to do this man’s legacy justice. And I did. Even more so when he passed. What he taught me is to keep it simple. Don’t trade present sweetness for latter misery. Take it slow. Choose quality over quantity. Yes, all from learning how to drink whiskey straight.

Its funny how one moment can change your life forever. One curse word. Oh how I love it.

Bushmills, three cubes (depending on the cubes, of course) Two Fingers.