» God

Catholicism, and then the Age of Reason
Once, I was at an intellectual impasse. At one point, I was trying to decide whether it was Pope Paul III having incestual sex with his daughter, Pope John XII using his palace as a brothel, Pius XII ordering German Catholics to like Hitler, Anacletus raping nuns and fucking his sister, or that any Pope who came after them and condemned that behavior was a heretic for questioning Papal infallibility. No, it wasn't any of those that drove me to ask why I was baptized into this. Not even the fact that a horse a declared Pope.

What clinched it was, if you haven't heard, a 9-year-old girl in Brazil was raped by her stepfather, and as a result, was suffering from a life-threatening pregnancy. The mother of the girl, of course, takes the child to have a abortion, and the child's life is saved.

Result?

The Pope excommunicates the mother and the surgeons who performed the abortion. They exclude the girl, 'because she is too young to understand'.

The Pope doesn't have a fucking thing to say or do about the monster who raped a child repeatedly. But why should he? Most of the Popes were pedophiles, rapists, or both.

And I think to myself, "How could my parents--two very intelligent people--raise me to be likewise intelligent and educated, and yet expect me to live my life under this stupid and fake monarchy? For appearances? Because they feel obligated because they're Irish-American? Because everyone else is Italian in our neighborhood? What justifies this wickedness and cruelty and injustice?"


The horse was the only good Pope.
(Mon 23rd Mar 2009, 1:58, More)

» Spoooky Coincidence

This was pretty much the stuff that shitty horror films are made of. My life has become a cliche.
Last year, I was friends with a 6'8'' 300lb gay freakshow, who was an alcoholic, drug addict, and extremely manipulative. He crashed my car while drunk and convinced me it was my fault. He formed a club (a club for fuck's sake--we're in college) and didn't include me, even though I was his "best friend"--since I gave him my 2nd set of car keys, and when I tried to get them back he threatened me. I'm 5'4'' and female. Yeah.

So when I basically criticized him for getting drunk on campus (he was underage), shoving some guy, smashing his fist into a wall, then forcing all his fag-hags to pet his wounded paw--and refusing to apologize for my criticism--he tried to form a coup against me. In his puny mind, this meant getting his fag-hags and him to harass me in my own dorm building, even threatening me when I walked towards the RA's door.

I went to the dean--and he eventually got kicked out for drinking, pot, and a 0.5 GPA.

When fall of this year rolled around, I was walking out of class with a friend, noting that autumn made me nervous. He laughed and asked why, and I said it was because it was about the time the 300lb Fairy Princess crashed my Jeep. He consoled me by saying there was no way he could ever come back.

So he went back to his dorm to sleep, and I headed towards my class--

--and there was Tub O'Love. Surrounded by fag-hags happy for his glorious return.

I pulled a 180 and ran faster than I ever have in my goddamn life.
(Fri 9th Feb 2007, 0:34, More)

» Hotel Splendido

Hotel Orfeo, Amsterdamned.
It was cheap, so I didn't expect much. However, I figured that a pricetag over 100 quid would have guaranteed some health and safety standards.

The sheets reeked of semen, sweat and crap (THEY NEVER CHANGE THEM), I woke up each morning with delightful flea bites all over me, and at night, I was kept awake to the sound of rats running across the floor.

Oh! And the orderly tried on two occasions to rape me--but I got the fucker fired, so I can't blame that on the hotel.

Avoid at all costs.
(Mon 21st Jan 2008, 20:26, More)