My Top Five "What-Happens-After-The-How I Wish I Can Boycott This- Elections???"

This is a sequel to my previous post "When ALL'S Been Said and Done..." wherein I posted my fifth placer Philippine Elections: Left Over Angst. 

4). Philippine Elections= Let The Crybabies In! 

[Still don't get it???]

In my previous post, I mentioned mud-and-bullet throwing. But the tougher gets tough, the tough gets going folks, and soon it will be an open season for who really rigged the elections on whom. Yes, lotsa cry-babies will BE in the coming days:

 [Johnny EFF: Dude, I've just been PUNKED.]

[Dude: RAH-RAH-RAH-RAH-RAH WHAT CHOR BAD ROMANCE???]

 It's neither a surprise nor a secret that certain Politicos will be in front of either GMA 7 or ABS-CBN 2 reel deal cams to express their dismay because elections gods did not shower them favor therefore blaming others especially those who will have won (sheeezhhh).  

[Tutti: I'm smilin' like the devil coz we got to air first so 

I can tell the whole country that there's

been anacondas in the PICOS

from Johnny Eff that's why we lost so Johnny 

could just EFF OFF!

ASK MS. KOMALAK!]

[Ms. Komalak: Tutti, PUH-LEASE; I received phone calls from YOU, 

Johnny Eff, and Jason Creek, and yes, Johnny's got LONG anacondas...

Err, I meant connections.

Anyway kudos to whoever wins and I RESIGN!]

[Jason Creek: Ahmmmpfft!!! Yesss, Johnny's anacondas

HURT! He OUCHED me, that TRAITOR!]

And the mud wrestling BEGINS...

(To be continued...)



Disclaimers: I know the Photos are nice, but they are not mine.

When ALL'S Been Said and Done: My Thoughts on 5/13/2013

Today, April 27 2013.

I begin my personal countdown to Election Day: 17 days to Election 2013.

Having been blessed by a hopefully nonsensical foresight, I have listed below my Top Five "What-Happens-After-The-How I Wish I Can Boycott This- Elections???" In short, what we normally expect on Election day's aftermath.

5). Philippine elections= Left over angst.  

It's more than safe to assure that our beloved MMDA will be all agog for wall posters that will be deemed as as incompetent as the people who posted them. Ehr, at least these posters will have served their purpose: unsuspecting tissue paper for Kuya Mambobote's boogers, unsuspecting coloring book for little school urchins, and Darts board practice, and hollow face mask.

  

Another angst will be the mud-and-bullet throwing of politicos who will feel cheated because they will have lost and all they will ever have is a conspiracy theory that an alien spaghetti monster, who will have somehow, gotten hold of all the PICOS machines because they think they can make replicas of their political dynasties which in fact will be an adorable idea for the "aggrieved" party because when they take hold of the PICOS, they will be the ones to multiply their kind: no political dynasties but there still will be TRAPOS. LOLZ HYPOCRITES!  
Now it must not be forgotten how angst of politicians can certainly lead to:       

YEP. Carnage...

(To be continued...)




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Morality: The Last Bastion (Part Two)

DISCLAIMER: This isn't a hate-blog. The purpose of this entry (and of the part 1) is to discuss the deconstruction of the La Veyan belief system. This blog is neither a denigration of a certain group nor is this a vilipending  of any person. With the backing of the reasoning of the Bible, the Church fathers, atheists, former LaVeyans and LaVeyans themselves, I would try to unveil the "mask" of the so-called Satanist religion.

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ATHEISTIC MORALITY OF LaVeyan SATANISM :

Where Does It Come From and Where Does It Lead?

There is nothing more intimidating to discuss than the question of morality. Why is it intimidating? Try to put any belief system in the Litmus test, and you will see how each of the belief system becomes frenzied when the word "morality" comes along.

Let's see what the definition of morality is for the sake of this deconstruction. 

According to Wikipedia, "morality" comes from Latin "moralitas" which means "manner, character, proper behavior". Morality, accordingly, is the differentiation of intentions, decisions, actions between those that are "good (or right)" and those that are "bad (or wrong)". The philosophy behind morality is called "ethics". While the two words "morality" and "ethics" are meant in effect interchangeably this juxtaposition of the meaning of both words will not affect this entry negatively because morality is our litmus paper on which the acidity of the Satanic religion shall be tested.

Now why would the discussion of morality be intimidating? More to the point, why SHOULD this be intimidating? This should be intimidating because morality involves persons-- you and I. Morality is not a concept that suddenly puffed out out of nowhere. 

There are some who fancy that there are no absolute morals because morality is relative to context (not all naturalist-atheists believe in relativism, take Sam Harris for instance); it depends on the situation.

LaVeyan Satanism's morality revolves around this notion. And because this religion is non-theistic, this brand of Satanism has attracted a number of Atheists who, after renouncing God, or choosing to disbelieve in God, manages to replace "self" as a substitute for God, hence, their maxim "I am my own god".

Precisely the reason why atheists, like Christopher Hitchens (an atheist and humanist), lambasted this organization. Turning individual self into a god-rip-off is too much for the real meaning of Atheism which is "no god". In other words, for hardcore atheists like Hitchens and Dawkins, not even "the self" could justify a re-creation of a god which atheists like themselves have so flatly denied and have so flatly declared war against. They are militantly against ANY form of god.

Let me put here an aside: it is important to point out that it's not just theists who have brands or flavors, atheists too. In this case, the LaVeyan flavor of atheism.

What I Gained After Losing Baby

Our dog, "BABY", died today at exactly 8:50 AM.

(Photo to be uploaded)

Baby's suffering was long and painful and how I wish she never had gone through that horrible stage of fever, fatigue, and seizures . 
We watched in horror as Distemper took over our beloved "baby sister".

We did everything we could, only TOO LATE.

Upon learning from the local vet that Baby had Distemper, it was devastating to know that she only had a few days to live after that. 
The matter-of-fact tone of the vet assured us that she had handled such Distemper cases before and that the only way that could salvage Baby from an obviously painful death was through Euthanasia. But we would NEVER have any of IT for Baby. So we took her home and placed her in comfy bed sheets, got her medication as prescribed by the vet, in hopes against hopes that our Baby would make it out of Distemper alive and well.

But the vet was right; Baby had only less than a week to live... And then TODAY came.

12:30 Am. I was awakened by the shaking beneath my folding bed and saw Baby having seizures. I immediately awoke Mama. We both nursed Baby until she calmed. Mama told me to get back to sleep. I obeyed.

Again I awoke but this time at the sobbing of Mama. It was 7:45 AM. I thought Mama was hurt, bitten, or something. But when I looked, it was our poor Baby lying on her bed sheets on the floor, eyes no longer knowing, ears alert, legs moving through and fro as if running a Marathon, stomach in rhythmic humping indicating difficulty in breathing. I couldn't control my tears at that time as I told myself "This is it, this is where the countdown begins". 
I knew at that moment that Death was now on the door waiting for his harvest, waiting for the virus to finally destroy our Baby. 

Baby was writhing non-stop for almost an hour. Her canine teeth showing, eyes red and puffy and bewildered and I had the urge to just make it stop. MAKE IT STOP. I sat on my bed and gripped my pillow. I looked at my pillow. What if... WHAT IF..?

If only I could take that pain away. If only I could hold her head and say she's gonna be fine. But she was NEVER going to be fine. Then her breathing slowed down her epileptic seizures toned down. My sister finally woke up, leaned down and touched Baby's chest. No mercy. My sister shook her head, "We're losing Baby". At this Mama's sobs became uncontrollable. She scooped Baby in her arms and rocked back and forth the way she lulled us sisters to sleep when we were young. 

After a moment, she gently put Baby back on her sheets. Baby's breathing became slow and heavily labored. We were all crying at that moment, not knowing what to do. At that moment I could move heaven and earth just to make Baby well. I'm sure Mama and my sisters felt the same. If only we could bargain for more days, months, years with our own life time for Baby's. But it couldn't happen. We discovered it would never.

Then as if for one final battle, Baby struggled for breath, her barks were strong yet losing its edge, it slowed and we all watched in horror as her eyes stilled and her tongue turned blue.

Our dog, "BABY", died today at exactly 8:50 AM.

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As I was sitting in our room and glancing at the sheets where Baby once slept; my head's knee-jerk reaction was remembering Aeschylus:

"In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."

The pain will be searing in the days to come, that I know.
But I thank God that through Baby, I learned, and am more convinced of God's unconditional love. Along with that unconditional love is a bargain: acknowledging how limited my life is.

I realized this the moment I was wishing I could save Baby from the pain. That if only I could take her sorrows away and make her well... This is exactly what Jesus did on the cross.

I remember Christopher Hitchens challenging John Lennox in a debate if Lennox could cite a good deed that only Christians could do and not the atheists. Lennox resounding answer was this: It was when Jesus took upon Him the sins of the world and died for us and our salvation.

I could not have said it better.

It is such a blessing knowing my limitations and God's abundance; that while I can't, Jesus can.