Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Sad...just sad...
Tillman Article
While watching the Chiefs play today with my aunt and uncle I saw that a football player was killed over in Iraq...out of curiosity I looked up the story online and was pissed off enough over the senselessness of this whole so-called war. Here is a guy who willingly gave up millions to fight for his country and was killed and for what? I'm not saying he is better than others...it's just senseless..what's the point? How are these guys dying over there benefiting us in any way? Is this making us safer? No...so what is the point? What's the fucking point of sacrificing our nation's young for oil? what is the point? Answer that one W...I'd like to know how you rationalize all the deaths...
pissed off pio
While watching the Chiefs play today with my aunt and uncle I saw that a football player was killed over in Iraq...out of curiosity I looked up the story online and was pissed off enough over the senselessness of this whole so-called war. Here is a guy who willingly gave up millions to fight for his country and was killed and for what? I'm not saying he is better than others...it's just senseless..what's the point? How are these guys dying over there benefiting us in any way? Is this making us safer? No...so what is the point? What's the fucking point of sacrificing our nation's young for oil? what is the point? Answer that one W...I'd like to know how you rationalize all the deaths...
pissed off pio
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Armor's Omega Inspired Bush Rant
Armor Felix Omega Inspired Anti-Bush Journal
Omega's Dev Art Page
I have also copied it here from Armor's Page on Dev Art:
"I always get some neat ideas when visiting Omega's page yet am usually too lazy to flesh them out. Well this time I managed to do a parody of Marilyn Manson's (s)AINT, and I think it turned out okay...it may not be the most polished thing in the world so if you have any ideas for its improvement, go for it in the comments box. ***Warning*** If you are somebody that believes Bush is the savior of humanity/Western Civilization moral fabric of this country and is conducting a righteous war on terror, this parody is not for you.
Good (Sam)aritian
I don't care if your world is ending today
Flying to hell profits me in every way
You said I tasted oily, so I drew you a bomb
but I'm not a pilot, I do the fucking work of Nam
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
You wanted a leader
You got your liter
But now I'm no leader for someone like you
I'm the corporate double-headed mouth with
the can't-speak smile and you'll
Never get the pure crude whatever I do
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
I'm a warhead wanting donkeys
On a rocket
I infected you with moon terror
You took all my shit
Your oil-reserve expired
Save your right to be sold
I'm a money hungry fuck
with a welfare bedroll
You wanted a leader
You got your liter
But now I'm no leader for someone like you
I'm the mooch staying with the gulf course with
a snow white smile and you'll
Never get the pure crude whatever I do
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
I'm the elephant in the golf course with the snow white smile
Superpowered big shot on axis evil
I'm the elephant in the golf course with the snow white smile
Superpowered big shot on axis evil
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
*The typewritten notes read*
1. Go look at redefine magazine [link] if you wish, and understand that I can see a destination, in the past two years the gutter swill that I put in my records has improved remarkably, confidence is high in my writing, I figure its only a matter of time and effort before I can create a definitive work...definitive to me
Arrogant..that's something I would gladly be for the drive it gives, however..I am not, I have seen numerous works of high technical skill worthy of praise, that are perfectly able to complete and defeat. My arrogance is in regards to myself and my private game that no one else can play..the one that play against myself.. to develop..my vision! universe! to spill my head out on the paper and make the contents come to life...
***Skills and Assets fostered in my Demenses***
I present the Wasteland Index [link] A handy-dandy little journal to help you navigate through my poetic works more quickly and easily, now with retractable footnotes, so you know what you're looking at before you cuddle up with that rad scorpion.
Some quick facts for all the lesser doodles:
Mood: Transcendent, my teeth have been released from their mortal coils
Education: A.A. Degree in Biology, planning on doing a bachelor's in Microbiology.
Faith: Agnostic, Super-Science
Political Party: None
Social/Cultural Group: None
Philosophy: Nihilistic/Logical/Egotist depending on the mood
Life Goals: Immortally, GM of the Universe
Stuff that is cool: Guns, Devil Beasts, Undead Babes, Fire, Colors, War Machines.
Science is good because: It makes these cool things.
Science is better than you because: You watch WB and dating shows, and probably followed My Little Pony with a passion.
I also enjoy: Taking a spin at any game, board, card or video game. ***Playing chess as a strong amateur, yet not enjoying...
...when I get whupped by masters***
***Reading from my extensive sci-fi and to lesser extent, fantasy book collection. Most enjoyable read went by the title "Swan Song" by Robert C. McCammon. However I detest reading my schoolbooks as much as any other human being. ***
***Debating politics, religion, philosophy, my enlighted views were not developed overnight***
***Intellectual heavy metal, if such a thing is possible, and it is what I deem as metal, not what you deem***
***Cultivating my still virgin drawing ability, drawing from cultivated virginity***
*Dark-Renaissance ~bigjojo49 ~ nemo-is-dead ~rockisdeaddclxvi ~ lordandcherry669 ~Wombatchar * oresama-shiko *kayleigh ~cataplasia * vaia ~thezombie *metalmistress * DPSmistress *La-Serpentia `darkcrescendo ~chameleon-dream ~shaliara~ perfectionthroughsil ~AngelsFallFirst ~ chode-09 ~darkenedserenity ~blizpix ~ Robace ~AwakenAwareness ~bleedingpairs ~ molls ~Semantic ~hellion ~adolfchrist * Koal ~uwak ~JenniferStarling ~pulferd ~ sensuousbrush ~Almighty-Pipboy ~ 1n50mn14c
~nine-inch-nails ~MansonLovers ~ robzombie ~survivors ~TheOmenPoets ~ critique-us ~PoetryPlease * DarkPoetSociety ~poetrehab
~LPSworkshop ~dark-writing * onewordatatime *suture *poetic-forms ~ re-source ~Monolith-Verses
***
Matthias: One creature, caught. Caught in a place he cannot stir from in the dark, alone, outnumbered hundreds to one, nothing to live for but his memories, nothing to live with but his gadgets, his cars, his guns, gimmicks... and yet the whole family can't bring him down from that, that...
Zachary: Honky paradise, brother?
Matthias: Forget the old ways, brother, all the old hatreds.
Matthias: That creature of the wheel...the lord of infernal engines"
Omega's Dev Art Page
I have also copied it here from Armor's Page on Dev Art:
"I always get some neat ideas when visiting Omega's page yet am usually too lazy to flesh them out. Well this time I managed to do a parody of Marilyn Manson's (s)AINT, and I think it turned out okay...it may not be the most polished thing in the world so if you have any ideas for its improvement, go for it in the comments box. ***Warning*** If you are somebody that believes Bush is the savior of humanity/Western Civilization moral fabric of this country and is conducting a righteous war on terror, this parody is not for you.
Good (Sam)aritian
I don't care if your world is ending today
Flying to hell profits me in every way
You said I tasted oily, so I drew you a bomb
but I'm not a pilot, I do the fucking work of Nam
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
You wanted a leader
You got your liter
But now I'm no leader for someone like you
I'm the corporate double-headed mouth with
the can't-speak smile and you'll
Never get the pure crude whatever I do
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
I'm a warhead wanting donkeys
On a rocket
I infected you with moon terror
You took all my shit
Your oil-reserve expired
Save your right to be sold
I'm a money hungry fuck
with a welfare bedroll
You wanted a leader
You got your liter
But now I'm no leader for someone like you
I'm the mooch staying with the gulf course with
a snow white smile and you'll
Never get the pure crude whatever I do
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
I've got an "S" and a "A" and I got a "M" too
And the only thing missing is another bitch to screw
I'm the elephant in the golf course with the snow white smile
Superpowered big shot on axis evil
I'm the elephant in the golf course with the snow white smile
Superpowered big shot on axis evil
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good (ass)american
All the same, what's my game?
Hold the (ass) because I'm a good sam-aritian
*The typewritten notes read*
1. Go look at redefine magazine [link] if you wish, and understand that I can see a destination, in the past two years the gutter swill that I put in my records has improved remarkably, confidence is high in my writing, I figure its only a matter of time and effort before I can create a definitive work...definitive to me
Arrogant..that's something I would gladly be for the drive it gives, however..I am not, I have seen numerous works of high technical skill worthy of praise, that are perfectly able to complete and defeat. My arrogance is in regards to myself and my private game that no one else can play..the one that play against myself.. to develop..my vision! universe! to spill my head out on the paper and make the contents come to life...
***Skills and Assets fostered in my Demenses***
I present the Wasteland Index [link] A handy-dandy little journal to help you navigate through my poetic works more quickly and easily, now with retractable footnotes, so you know what you're looking at before you cuddle up with that rad scorpion.
Some quick facts for all the lesser doodles:
Mood: Transcendent, my teeth have been released from their mortal coils
Education: A.A. Degree in Biology, planning on doing a bachelor's in Microbiology.
Faith: Agnostic, Super-Science
Political Party: None
Social/Cultural Group: None
Philosophy: Nihilistic/Logical/Egotist depending on the mood
Life Goals: Immortally, GM of the Universe
Stuff that is cool: Guns, Devil Beasts, Undead Babes, Fire, Colors, War Machines.
Science is good because: It makes these cool things.
Science is better than you because: You watch WB and dating shows, and probably followed My Little Pony with a passion.
I also enjoy: Taking a spin at any game, board, card or video game. ***Playing chess as a strong amateur, yet not enjoying...
...when I get whupped by masters***
***Reading from my extensive sci-fi and to lesser extent, fantasy book collection. Most enjoyable read went by the title "Swan Song" by Robert C. McCammon. However I detest reading my schoolbooks as much as any other human being. ***
***Debating politics, religion, philosophy, my enlighted views were not developed overnight***
***Intellectual heavy metal, if such a thing is possible, and it is what I deem as metal, not what you deem***
***Cultivating my still virgin drawing ability, drawing from cultivated virginity***
*Dark-Renaissance ~bigjojo49 ~ nemo-is-dead ~rockisdeaddclxvi ~ lordandcherry669 ~Wombatchar * oresama-shiko *kayleigh ~cataplasia * vaia ~thezombie *metalmistress * DPSmistress *La-Serpentia `darkcrescendo ~chameleon-dream ~shaliara~ perfectionthroughsil ~AngelsFallFirst ~ chode-09 ~darkenedserenity ~blizpix ~ Robace ~AwakenAwareness ~bleedingpairs ~ molls ~Semantic ~hellion ~adolfchrist * Koal ~uwak ~JenniferStarling ~pulferd ~ sensuousbrush ~Almighty-Pipboy ~ 1n50mn14c
~nine-inch-nails ~MansonLovers ~ robzombie ~survivors ~TheOmenPoets ~ critique-us ~PoetryPlease * DarkPoetSociety ~poetrehab
~LPSworkshop ~dark-writing * onewordatatime *suture *poetic-forms ~ re-source ~Monolith-Verses
***
Matthias: One creature, caught. Caught in a place he cannot stir from in the dark, alone, outnumbered hundreds to one, nothing to live for but his memories, nothing to live with but his gadgets, his cars, his guns, gimmicks... and yet the whole family can't bring him down from that, that...
Zachary: Honky paradise, brother?
Matthias: Forget the old ways, brother, all the old hatreds.
Matthias: That creature of the wheel...the lord of infernal engines"
Friday, September 17, 2004
Letter to Omega
My fellow Americans, it has come to my attention that the man behind this gallery, this Dustin Wilson, has been telling blatant and fradulent lies about me, your loving President. I am here to set the record straight. You see, Dustin hates our freedom. He's the kind of guy that wants to see you make your own decisions, right or wrong, and live up to the consequences of your actions. He's the kind of guy that wants to see your gas prices skyrocket, because he believes i should come clean about these supposed "connections" of my friends in Saudi Arabia to the 9/11 attacks. 9/11. You remember 9/11, don't you? That Osama bin Ladin and Saddam just a hoppin and a hollerin as our towers fell. Americans died. Dead. 3000 dead. Now unlike you, Dustin didn't sit glued to the TV days on end afterwards, watching my decisive actions spring to life. No. He chose to live his life without fear. WITHOUT FEAR! My friends, this is not freedom. When someone goes to Best Buy and buys cds on the day our country is attacked, that's bad. While I, your fearless leader, I sat in a classroom doing nothing, then ran to Omaha, and then decided instead of looking bad, after making sure it was all clear, I should get back to Washington to think real hard about what to do. You see? That's a real American.Now i know, in my heart of hearts, God told me Saddam was involved. Now I know all this hooplah has been made about facts, and lack of "connections", but listen to this. Saddam has an "s", an "a", and an "m". Osama has an "s", an "a", and an "m". Think about it. And while you're thinking, forget about Osama. I have. Because we have the most evil man alive in custody. He could have had the desire to possibly get some weapons of mass destruction, and we needed to get over there to shut him down, oust him, and save that oil. I mean Iraqi people. Liberate the Iraqi people. See, the Iraqis need McDonalds, and Dusitn hates McDonalds. You see, Dustin hates our freedom. I dream of a world, where my friends and the rich can buy and sell whatever they want, and those who may not have as much will realize that God gave to us because we were chosen. Chosen, you see. And i was chosen to lead this show. Like David. You see, i need you to pray for me, just like i need those soldiers in iraq to pray for me. Dustin doesn't think those soldiers should pray for me. But come on, I have a hard job. I have to make strained connections to people i have grudges with to people in connection with 9/11. 9/11. 3000 Americans dead. Another 1000 dead in Iraq now. Untold Iraqi casulaties. See, I have to live with that. I need those prayers. I knew you'd understand.Now remember, when you go to those booths in November, to forget what this Dustin said. He wants you to think that voting for me is a vote for terrorism. My friends, is attacking a country who did nothing to you terrorism? Of course not. Especially if there's that possibility that someday that country may be able to possibly have an attempt to grow into a teeny tiny fraction of a challenge for the complete invasion of America. 9/11. 9/11. Remember 9/11, and vote W in 2004.Thank you.George W Bush.this message was approved by george w bush. until it no longer helps him gain votes and snowball the public. then he disavows it. terror.9/11.war death destruction.9/11.9/11.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Nothing new for far too long....
Well, sorry I have not kept this page up to date...going to try to remedy that now that we are back in KC and we can acutally work with Dustin on stuff...anyway...Joey is writing a novel and Dustin is working his ass off at some stupid job...i'm looking for a stupid job...more later...
Friday, February 13, 2004
VALENTINE DAY MEANING AND INFORMATION
I FOUND THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION ON A CATHOLIC WEBSITE:
At least three different Saint Valentines, all of them martyrs, are mentioned in the early martyrologies under date of 14 February. One is described as a priest at Rome, another as bishop of Interamna (modern Terni), and these two seem both to have suffered in the second half of the third century and to have been buried on the Flaminian Way, but at different distances from the city. In William of Malmesbury's time what was known to the ancients as the Flaminian Gate of Rome and is now the Porta del Popolo, was called the Gate of St. Valentine. The name seems to have been taken from a small church dedicated to the saint which was in the immediate neighborhood. Of both these St. Valentines some sort of Acta are preserved but they are of relatively late date and of no historical value. Of the third Saint Valentine, who suffered in Africa with a number of companions, nothing further is known.
The popular customs associated with Saint Valentine's Day undoubtedly had their origin in a conventional belief generally received in England and France during the Middle Ages, that on 14 February, i.e. half way through the second month of the year, the birds began to pair. Thus in Chaucer's Parliament of Foules we read:
For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.
For this reason the day was looked upon as specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending lovers' tokens. Both the French and English literatures of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries contain allusions to the practice. Perhaps the earliest to be found is in the 34th and 35th Ballades of the bilingual poet, John Gower, written in French; but Lydgate and Clauvowe supply other examples. Those who chose each other under these circumstances seem to have been called by each other their Valentines. In the Paston Letters, Dame Elizabeth Brews writes thus about a match she hopes to make for her daughter (we modernize the spelling), addressing the favoured suitor:
And, cousin mine, upon Monday is Saint Valentine's Day and every bird chooses himself a mate, and if it like you to come on Thursday night, and make provision that you may abide till then, I trust to God that ye shall speak to my husband and I shall pray that we may bring the matter to a conclusion.
Shortly after the young lady herself wrote a letter to the same man addressing it "Unto my rightwell beloved Valentine, John Paston Esquire". The custom of choosing and sending valentines has of late years fallen into comparative desuetude.
HERBERT THURSTON
Transcribed by Paul Knutsen
The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume XV
Copyright © 1912 by Robert Appleton Company
Online Edition Copyright © 2003 by K. Knight
Nihil Obstat, October 1, 1912. Remy Lafort, S.T.D., Censor
Imprimatur. +John Cardinal Farley, Archbishop of New York
Valentine was a holy priest in Rome, who, with St. Marius and his family,
assisted the martyrs in the persecution under Claudius II. He was apprehended,
and sent by the emperor to the prefect of Rome, who, on finding all his promises
to make him renounce his faith in effectual, commended him to be beaten with
clubs, and afterwards, to be beheaded, which was executed on February 14.
About the year 270. Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near
Ponte Mole to his memory, which for a long time gave name to the gate now
called Porta del Popolo, formerly, Porta Valetini.
The greatest part of his relics are now in the church of St. Praxedes.
His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious martyr in the sacramentary
of St. Gregory, the Roman Missal of Thomasius, in the calendar of
F. Fronto and that of Allatius, in Bede, Usuard, Ado, Notker and all other
martyrologies on this day. To abolish the heathens lewd superstitious custom
of boys drawing the names of girls, in honor of their goddess Februata Juno,
on the fifteenth of this month, several zealous pastors substituted the names
of saints in billets given on this day.
The 14th was also a designated a feast day (until 1969, when it was dropped
from the Roman Catholic calendar) to honor two Christian saints
(at least one named Saint Valentine) martyred by the Roman Emperor
Claudius II Gothicus. There is a little bit of love stuff in this part,
though -- the reason Saint Valentine was killed (beheaded, actually)
was that he continued to marry young couples even though Claudius
forbade it. Apparently Claudius thought that married soldiers weren't
as good as single soldiers.
At least three different Saint Valentines, all of them martyrs, are mentioned in the early martyrologies under date of 14 February. One is described as a priest at Rome, another as bishop of Interamna (modern Terni), and these two seem both to have suffered in the second half of the third century and to have been buried on the Flaminian Way, but at different distances from the city. In William of Malmesbury's time what was known to the ancients as the Flaminian Gate of Rome and is now the Porta del Popolo, was called the Gate of St. Valentine. The name seems to have been taken from a small church dedicated to the saint which was in the immediate neighborhood. Of both these St. Valentines some sort of Acta are preserved but they are of relatively late date and of no historical value. Of the third Saint Valentine, who suffered in Africa with a number of companions, nothing further is known.
The popular customs associated with Saint Valentine's Day undoubtedly had their origin in a conventional belief generally received in England and France during the Middle Ages, that on 14 February, i.e. half way through the second month of the year, the birds began to pair. Thus in Chaucer's Parliament of Foules we read:
For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.
For this reason the day was looked upon as specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending lovers' tokens. Both the French and English literatures of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries contain allusions to the practice. Perhaps the earliest to be found is in the 34th and 35th Ballades of the bilingual poet, John Gower, written in French; but Lydgate and Clauvowe supply other examples. Those who chose each other under these circumstances seem to have been called by each other their Valentines. In the Paston Letters, Dame Elizabeth Brews writes thus about a match she hopes to make for her daughter (we modernize the spelling), addressing the favoured suitor:
And, cousin mine, upon Monday is Saint Valentine's Day and every bird chooses himself a mate, and if it like you to come on Thursday night, and make provision that you may abide till then, I trust to God that ye shall speak to my husband and I shall pray that we may bring the matter to a conclusion.
Shortly after the young lady herself wrote a letter to the same man addressing it "Unto my rightwell beloved Valentine, John Paston Esquire". The custom of choosing and sending valentines has of late years fallen into comparative desuetude.
HERBERT THURSTON
Transcribed by Paul Knutsen
The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume XV
Copyright © 1912 by Robert Appleton Company
Online Edition Copyright © 2003 by K. Knight
Nihil Obstat, October 1, 1912. Remy Lafort, S.T.D., Censor
Imprimatur. +John Cardinal Farley, Archbishop of New York
Valentine was a holy priest in Rome, who, with St. Marius and his family,
assisted the martyrs in the persecution under Claudius II. He was apprehended,
and sent by the emperor to the prefect of Rome, who, on finding all his promises
to make him renounce his faith in effectual, commended him to be beaten with
clubs, and afterwards, to be beheaded, which was executed on February 14.
About the year 270. Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near
Ponte Mole to his memory, which for a long time gave name to the gate now
called Porta del Popolo, formerly, Porta Valetini.
The greatest part of his relics are now in the church of St. Praxedes.
His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious martyr in the sacramentary
of St. Gregory, the Roman Missal of Thomasius, in the calendar of
F. Fronto and that of Allatius, in Bede, Usuard, Ado, Notker and all other
martyrologies on this day. To abolish the heathens lewd superstitious custom
of boys drawing the names of girls, in honor of their goddess Februata Juno,
on the fifteenth of this month, several zealous pastors substituted the names
of saints in billets given on this day.
The 14th was also a designated a feast day (until 1969, when it was dropped
from the Roman Catholic calendar) to honor two Christian saints
(at least one named Saint Valentine) martyred by the Roman Emperor
Claudius II Gothicus. There is a little bit of love stuff in this part,
though -- the reason Saint Valentine was killed (beheaded, actually)
was that he continued to marry young couples even though Claudius
forbade it. Apparently Claudius thought that married soldiers weren't
as good as single soldiers.
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