"Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus"

Wow! Just wow.

When you think of all the reasons why you don't just hate religion but resent it, it gets a little overwhelming. There are so many reasons to revile the Catholic Church, on so many levels and to put those reasons into succinct statements is hard work.

But this poet nailed it!

Written and spoken by Jefferson Bethke, we took the transcript from
Lybio.net




What if I told you Jesus came to abolish religion.
What if I told you voting republican really wasn’t his mission.
What if I told you republican doesn’t automatically mean Christian.
And just because you call some people blind.
Doesn’t automatically give you vision.
I mean if religion is so great, why has it started so many wars.
Why does it build huge churches, but fails to feed the poor.
Tells single moms God doesn’t love them if they’ve ever had a divorce.
But in the old testament God actually calls religious people whores.
Religion might preach grace, but another thing they practice.
Tend to ridicule God’s people, they did it to John The Baptist.
They can’t fix their problems, and so they just mask it.
Not realizing religions like spraying perfume on a casket.
See the problem with religion, is it never gets to the core.
It’s just behavior modification, like a long list of chores.
Like lets dress up the outside make look nice and neat.
But it’s funny that’s what they use to do to mummies.
While the corps rots underneath.
Now I ain’t judgin. Source: LYBIO.net
I’m just saying quit putting on a fake look, Cause there’s a problem.
If people only know you’re a Christian by your Facebook.
I mean in every other aspect of life, you know that logic’s unworthy.
It’s like saying you play for the Lakers just because you bought a jersey.
You see this was me too, but no one seemed to be on to me.
Acting like a church kid, while addicted to pornography.
See on Sunday I’d go to church, but Saturday getting faded.
Acting if I was simply created just to have sex and get wasted.
See I spent my whole life building this facade of neatness.
But now that I know Jesus, I boast in my weakness.
Because if grace is water, then the church should be an ocean.
It’s not a museum for good people, it’s a hospital for the broken.
Which means I don’t have to hide my failure, I don’t have to hide my sin.
Because it doesn’t depend on me it depends on him.
See because when I was God’s enemy and certainly not a fan.
He looked down and said I want, that, man.
Which is why Jesus hated religion, and for it he called them fools.
Don’t you see so much better than just following some rules.
Now let me clarify, I love the church, I love the bible, and yes I believe in sin.
But if Jesus came to your church would they actually let him in.
See remember he was called a glutton, and a drunkard by religious men.
But the son of God never supports self righteousness not now, not then.
Now back to the point, one thing is vital to mention.
How Jesus and religion are on opposite spectrum’s.
See one’s the work of God, but one’s a man made invention.
See one is the cure, but the other’s the infection.
See because religion says do, Jesus says done.
Religion says slave, Jesus says son.
Religion puts you in bondage, while Jesus sets you free.
Religion makes you blind, but Jesus makes you see.
And that’s why religion and Jesus are two different clans.
Religion is man searching for God, Christianity is God searching for man.
Which is why salvation is freely mine, and forgiveness is my own.
Not based on my merits but Jesus’s obedience alone.
Because he took the crown of thorns, and the blood dripped down his face.
He took what we all deserved, I guess that’s why you call it grace.
And while being murdered he yelled. “Father forgive them they know not what they do.”
Because when he was dangling on that cross, he was thinking of you.
And he absorbed all of your sin, and buried it in the tomb.
Which is why I’m kneeling at the cross, saying come on there’s room.
So for religion, no I hate it, in fact I literally resent it.
Because when Jesus said it is finished, I believe he meant it.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Rev. Dr. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

Today we honor, Martin Luther King, Jr. who was the voice of the American Civil Rights Movement in the 1950's and 1960's.

Had Dr. King not been assassinated by the United States Government he would've been 83 years old yesterday.

He was the youngest person to ever receive the Nobel Peace Prize and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1977 and Congressional Gold Medal in 2004 years after his 1964 death.

Martin Luther King, Jr. Day has been established as a U.S. national holiday since 1986. He is the only United State Civilian of any color, race or creed to have his own Federal National Holiday.

"I Have a Dream Speech" (in entirety)

"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

MLK Day.gov Official U.S. Site

Civil Rights Museum Official Site

MLK National Historic Site

The King Center

What the Pope Really Meant

Here's the future Pope saluting Hitler, a guy who KILLED 6-8 MILLION PEOPLE.
But thinks it's homosexuals that pose a problem for the world.
What a fucking psycho.

Pope Benedict (emphasis on dick), recently announced that gay marriage undermines 'the future of humanity itself'.

Really? We had no idea! You mean, gay people aren't just into marriage, commitment, love, good fashion and redecorating skills? They aren't just busy, working, living life, being surgeons, librarians, teachers, artists, office workers, taxi drivers and good citizens? You mean they've been secretly plotting to undermine the entire fabric of society as we know it!? This whole time?

Oh my god!

...Wait! We just figured out what the Pope really meant by "the future of humanity itself".

What he really meant was that gay marriage undermines 'the future of The Vatican bank book'.

Oh! Now, it makes sense!

You see, gay people don't usually procreate naturally (that whole ovum/sperm thing again) thus producing the 10-12 children the Catholic Church demands from each of it's married slaves parishioners, THUS, reducing the amount of INCOME The Vatican can expect to receive each year. So years into the future when those drones children reach marriage age, chose a heterosexual partner and continue the cycle of stupidity, procreation all over again, the Church has guaranteed income.

You did know that your sperm and ovum are the entire basis, kit and kaboodle and reason of being, for the Catholic Church revenue stream, right?

No sperm and ovum combo means no kids which means NO FUTURE MONEY!

NO FUTURE MONEY?? WHAT!? That undermines the entire future of humanity! HA! See where he gets it?

What an assclown.

News Article

Feast Day of St. Francis

St. Francis is the Patron Saint of Animals and Nature and as such is revered by environmentalists, ecologists, and animal lovers and animal rights activists worldwide.

Today also marks World Animal Day for that very reason.

For I was hungry, while you had all you needed. I was thirsty, but you drank bottled water."

Children like these aren't just dying...
they are suffering terribly before death claims them

Please read the following admonishing post by Richard Stearns.

Richard Stearns - Huffpost

He nails it...and us...for good reason.

Washington Post News Article

Which brings us to this next post...possibly the greatest post we've ever read.
This guy is talkin' our langauge:

READ THIS POST BY CHRISTOPHER COCCA

So why is it that Christians everywhere aren't up in arms over the global crisises that are affecting millions of people when we know damn well we would make a difference?

What makes us as a human species turn our backs on people in need? Fear? Indifference?

Do we just think that someone else is going to do something so why bother?

And is Global Warming to blame for the worst drought in 60 years?

Desmond Tutu Gets It Right

Wow. Desmond Tutu's new book, 'God Is Not A Christian: And Other Provocations', contains some "explosive" stuff to all the Bible thumping die hards out there.

Read this excerpt that is posted on Huffington Post today to see why he thinks persecuting gays and lesbians is the ultimate injustice.

Here's a glimpse:

"A student once asked me, If I could have one wish granted to reverse an injustice, what would it be? I had to ask for two. One is for world leaders to forgive the debts of developing nations which hold them in such thrall. The other is for the world to end the persecution of people because of their sexual orientation, which is every bit as unjust as that crime against humanity, apartheid."

Way to go, Des! Comparing homosexuality persecution with apartheid is an awesome analogy and one that will certainly raise the hackles of all the religidiots out there. Good job!

The Other Dead bin Laden

We have more than one dead bin Laden to celebrate. Navy Seals also killed Osama's son Hamza, notoriously linked to the murder of beloved Benazir Bhutto in 2008.

He was another son-of-a-bitch bin Laden set on taking over his father's "empire" and becoming the voice and leader of Al Qaeda. He was only 18 years old on Sunday, meaning he killed Benazir when he was only 15 or 16. 'Ole Osama couldn't have been prouder of this runt especially since at least one of his other sons (the cute one, 4th born Omar) has been officially diagnosed with schizophrenia after reporting to authorities that he heard his father's voice in his head.

Considering Osama has at least 12 other sons, Hamza's death is just a drop in the bin Laden bucket. Mohammed bin Laden is still running around and is the forerunner now that Hamza is dead.

"The Bin Laden Group, a construction company in Saudi Arabia was founded in 1931 by Osama's father Sheik Mohammad bin Laden. Upon his death, in 1972 Sheikh Salem bin Laden took over along with several brothers. Upon Salem's death in a plane crash in 1988, the leadership of the group passed to one of his elder sons, Bakr, the current chairman, along with thirteen other brothers who make up the board of the bin Laden group.

By 2002, the company had 35,000 employees worldwide, and was worth US$5 billion."

You know, it really says something when you are willing to leave the family's billion dollar empire, cushy office job, cars, clothes, women, THE LIFE, to go live in squalor in a cave and wage war.

IT SAYS YOU ARE A FUCKING MENTAL PATIENT. Osama was an idiot on way more than one level.

This whole family has crazy names but we gotta admit we like the name Salem. It's way better than Hamza, Osama, Bakr, Hassan or Yeslam.

So today, when you are feeling happy about Osama's death, remember we got his evil kid, Hamza, too. The one who had a part in killing Benazir Bhutto.

Good riddance.

Hamza Link to Benazir Bhutto's Murder

The Pope Screws Up Again

Benedict screws up not once but twice this week.

First, let's get to the Pope John Paul II Beatification debacle.

We're not going to go to deep into this one except to say that we wholeheartedly disagree with the former Pope even being a saint let alone fast tracking him. Let us NEVER forget that over 11,000 people were sexually raped by priests DIRECTLY UNDER JOHN PAUL II's REIGN and that of his predecessor's and that he not only did nothing to stop them, he refused to defrock them, turn them into the police or authorities and HE ENABLED THEM BY MOVING THEM FROM PARISH TO PARISH giving them access to even more children to rape. Ugghh. Disgusting!

Sure, Pope John Paul II has ALOT of fans. People loved that guy. He seemed nice enough, but come on...people live next door to serial killers and child molesters all the time and never know. These killers and rapists are always described as quiet and nice. We know you liked him but you have to get over it. The man is NOT, WAS NOT or ever should be A SAINT. FAR FROM IT.

Secondly, the current Pope Benedict, you know the former Nazi and current Sith Lord, has "fired" a Bishop this week for having the audacity to suggest that women and married men be allowed to be ordained. He hasn't defrocked any priests for putting their penis's in children this week but if you dare to suggest a woman be allowed to give communion and help out behind the scenes as an ordained person LOOK OUT because he is offended as all get out.

What a dick. Oh sorry. What a BENE-DICK.

This really pisses us off. This guy did nothing to get fired but make some suggestions and he gets booted from his own church? We're sure the pedophile priests in that church only got re-located. What the hell? If you can't see how evil the Catholic Church has become YOU ARE BLIND.

Read it here:
News Article on Fired Bishop

And in the Two Faced News Department

Iranian Dictator dick President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad who has continuously slaughtered his own people for any and all anti-government protests has come out and given a statement that shows what a two-faced son of a bitch he is.

Ahmadinejad "strongly recommended such leaders to let their peoples express their opinions... He further urged those leaders of regional countries who respond to the demands of their nations and their revolutionary uprisings with hot bullets to join their peoples' movements instead of creating blood baths."

He kills his own people and then blasts others for doing the same thing! Can you believe this guy?

Okay. Reading between the lines here, we can see that although this is a two-faced out right lie and that his people are lying dead all over the streets of Tehran, what Mahmoud really wants is to stay in power. He will do or say anything to retain the Presidency of Iran even it means "selling out" other Middle East leaders.

This guy is no fool. He is one of the only Middle Eastern dictators leaders to come repeatedly to New York City and address the United Nations personally. This guy wants to join the party so to speak. As long as the party is a fundamentalist Islamic one where they get to kill Jews and destroy Israel.

READ THE ARTICLE HERE

Anonymous Warns Westboro Church of Hate

WE ARE LOVING THIS!!!

People have been trying to stand up to this red-neck fundamentalist crazy church for a while now. At the Arizona funerals 2 months ago, there were good people with 8 foot angel wings on to block the funeral protests by this so-called "church." Also there are motorcycle gangs that will come to military funerals and pretty much do the same thing - block the protestors out, sans angel wings.

NOW HOWEVER, a new group of people have come out to warn Westboro to stop it already.

Read this:

"We, the collective super-consciousness known as ANONYMOUS - the Voice of Free Speech & the Advocate of the People - have long heard you issue your venomous statements of hatred, and we have witnessed your flagrant and absurd displays of inimitable bigotry and intolerant fanaticism. We have always regarded you and your ilk as an assembly of graceless sociopaths and maniacal chauvinists & religious zealots, however benign, who act out for the sake of attention & in the name of religion.

Being such aggressive proponents for the Freedom of Speech & Freedom of Information as we are, we have hitherto allowed you to continue preaching your benighted gospel of hatred and your theatrical exhibitions of, not only your fascist views, but your utter lack of Christ-like attributes. You have condemned the men and women who serve, fight, and perish in the armed forces of your nation; you have prayed for and celebrated the deaths of young children, who are without fault; you have stood outside the United States National Holocaust Museum, condemning the men, women, and children who, despite their innocence, were annihilated by a tyrannical embodiment of fascism and unsubstantiated repugnance. Rather than allowing the deceased some degree of peace and respect, you instead choose to torment, harass, and assault those who grieve.

Your demonstrations and your unrelenting cascade of disparaging slurs, unfounded judgments, and prejudicial innuendos, which apparently apply to every individual numbered amongst the race of Man - except for yourselves - has frequently crossed the line which separates Freedom of Speech from deliberately utilizing the same tactics and methods of intimidation and mental & emotional abuse that have been previously exploited and employed by tyrants and dictators, fascists and terrorist organizations throughout history.

ANONYMOUS cannot abide this behavior any longer. The time for us to be idle spectators in your inhumane treatment of fellow Man has reached its apex, and we shall now be moved to action. Thus, we give you a warning: Cease & desist your protest campaign in the year 2011, return to your homes in Kansas, & close your public Web sites. Should you ignore this warning, you will meet with the vicious retaliatory arm of ANONYMOUS: We will target your public Websites, and the propaganda & detestable doctrine that you promote will be eradicated; the damage incurred will be irreversible, and neither your institution nor your congregation will ever be able to fully recover. It is in your best interest to comply now, while the option to do so is still being offered, because we will not relent until you cease the conduction & promotion of all your bigoted operations & doctrines. The warning has been given. What happens from here shall be determined by you."

You know, we don't condone violence or anything like that, but this Westboro church has been hate mongering for years and this letter is pretty much just giving them back what they have been spewing. KARMA IS A FUCKING BITCH.

YEE-HA! We wish Anonymous all the luck in the world. Shut those despicable mo-fo's down for good! Imagine having the gall to protest visitors of the National Holocaust Museum and to viciously harass grieving parents at funerals. Westboro is proud to hold up signs that read "Thank God for dead soldiers." What scumbags they are.

We wish Anonymous had a donate button. We'd be all in!

Go get 'em. Send them back to their slime pit in Kansas where they belong.

ALLAHU AKBAR! The Celebration of the Century!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?! YES!!

Allahu Akbar means God is Great. And for the Egyptian people God has been great. We've never seen so many people so jubilant. It's like the entire country is celebrating a Superbowl win, a Stanley Cup and a Powerball win all the same time. They are partying their asses off!

It's quite frankly the greatest, most moving thing we have been proud to witness in our lifetime. It's mind blowing.

The excitement is a force of joy so great that it is carried across the globe to Americans homes where like minded people are also celebrating as if they had just won some sort of freedom.

Shame on Glenn Beck, Newt Gingrich and Dick Cheney and others like them who would take the joy out of this by fear mongering their Islamic bullshit blah blah blah. Fuck you.

Every American should be happy for the Egyptian people. This country was built on revolution and the quest for freedom and justice for all, so when we see it happening LIVE, right in front of eyes, we have to celebrate and praise God.

Somewhere Ghandi is smiling...indeed he is laughing and clapping his hands...

A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.
Mohandas Gandhi

First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
Mohandas Gandhi

If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.
Mohandas Gandhi

In a gentle way, you can shake the world.
Mohandas Gandhi


ALLAHU AKBAR! God is great indeed.

Holy UFO!

A giant glowing orb was spotted by thousands of people hovering over Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock the other night. One of the holiest spots on Earth, the video of the UFO has sparked MUCH interest around the world.

The way the orb descends straight from the sky directly over the dome is pretty amazing. Then it shoots upward at an incredibly high rate of speed.

Experts are at a loss to explain it. It was shot by so many different cameras that night, it's hard to believe it would be a hoax. How could anyone control an orb of that size?

Conspiracy theorists are speculating it's a missile defense system test.

Here's the video compilation, shot from various angles:




Read the news articles about it. Here are just 2 of a thousand.
News Article
Another News Article

Another 10 Reasons Why Afghanistan is So Screwed Up

Oh Afghanistan, you are so fucked up, let thee count the ways;

1) Bozkashi. Your main sport, Bozkashi is mega animal abuse times ten. This is a game where men on horseback carry around a headless goat and fight over it. Kind of like polo, except the ball is an abused dead animal, the horses are abused live animals and the men are disgusting uneducated animals.

2) Opium. Your entire country feeds opium to children to "shut them up." Entire families are opium addicts. Apparently your "prophet" had nothing to say about opium addiction. Read this to fully understand the abuse that children and even newborn babies go through in this piece of shit country: NEWS ARTICLE

3) Stonings. Your "prophet" commands you to bury women up to their breasts and have stones thrown at their face and head until they die. Another reason why your country is a god-cursed pile of shit.

4) Honor killings. Thousands of women a year are slaughtered in horrific ways by their fathers, brothers and uncles, to protect the mens honor. Just taking off your Burka, a living burial shroud, is justification to be killed. Because a man that kills a woman is of course worthy of all the honor the "prophet" has to give. There is no irony in Afghanistan.

5) Child brides. Hundreds of girls a year, under the age of 13, are kidnapped and forced in marriage, sexual slavery and then discarded and killed for being whores. This country is a winner any way you look at it!

6) The Taliban. Here is a truly heinous religious organization. They hate women so much that they can barely tolerate having sex with them and prefer to fuck goats. They treat everyone like scum because their "prophet" told them to. They are intolerant of education. They don't smoke, drink or have real sports. Why do you think they are so uptight? They have no outlet whatsoever for anything except to create chaos and war over nothing. They are beyond uneducated. They see no beauty in anything. They are the worst kind of scum humanity has ever had to endure. Even the barbarian vikings appreciated beauty in some shape or form. The Taliban should be blown back to the slime pit from where they formed and crawled out of.

7, 8, 9 and 10) Abuse of Women, Children, Animals and themselves. Afghanistan as a whole is an appalling, despicable, loathsome, disgrace of a country.

The suicide rate among Afghani women is at an all time high. They are simply too frightened of the men to rise up and kill them at night all at once, so slowly they are just killing themselves off in droves. It is extremely heartbreaking. We were going to embed some pictures into this article but the images are too much to handle. We suggest you Google "Afghanistan women." You'll be shocked out of your seat, unless you are Dr. Mengele himself.

We used to tolerate anything other than intolerance and animal abuse. But honestly, Afghanistan is the sickest country in the world and makes China look normal. The United States should withdrawal immediately from this heinous 10 year "war" we've been in with these people and leave them to wallow in their own filth. Or just nuke the place and let God sort them out. They will never, ever be able to co-mingle with a civilized world, so fuck it.

Ok, our first instinct is to say that. But you know, the women, children and animals of Afghanistan need to be RESCUED and helped. RIGHT NOW. What is happening there every day is reprehensible. Isn't this why the United State is at war with Afghanistan? To bring them democracy? No. We are only there to stop the Taliban from training Al Queda.

Jeez oh man, what a fuck fest!

The Stoning of Siddqa

Siddqa, a 19 year old Afghan woman,
as she was being murdered by her
religious leaders and fellow villagers

A video has been smuggled out of the piece of shit country known as Afghanistan that is disturbing to say the least. It is of a young Afghan girl, Siddqa and her accused lover being stoned to death.

This event took place last August (2010) and is just hitting the internet.

The head Taliban had this to say:

TALIBAN SPOKESMAN: 'Anyone who knows about Islam knows that stoning is in the Koran, and that it is Islamic law. There are people who call it inhuman - but in doing so they insult the Prophet. They want to bring foreign thinking to this country'

Well, we're not only going to call it inhumane we're going to state unequivocally that your country is a pile of shit and that your very existence is an insult to every human being on this planet.

This woman they stoned was only 19 and accused of adultery. They stoned her boyfriend too. While hundreds of villagers, with children having a front row seat, cheered it on.

Siddqa didn't die right away. In fact she didn't die for a VERY long time. So long in fact, they got tired of throwing rocks and put an AK-47 to her head and fired three times. Yeah, we're sure your "prophet" put THAT instruction in the Koran too.

Her boyfriend is clearly heard sobbing on the tape before the stone that killed him silenced his cries.

Most of the civilized world doesn't even like it when you kill rabid dogs let alone young, defenseless women in the most heinous and cruel ways.

How could Muhammad justify doing this at the same time proclaiming that Allah is merciful and compassionate? Because he didn't. These Taliban pieces of shit hijacked and twisted this religion just like Christian fundamentalists twist The Bible into some gay bashing hate crusade.

We wish we weren't at war with Afghanistan, that we could withdrawal our troops and just blew the fucking place to hell where it belongs.

We like Muslims and Islam, in general, just like we like Christians and The Bible, in general. We do not like people who twist their religion and justify hate crimes with it.

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Proof That God Answers Prayers

Yesterday we prayed to God that Venus Williams would retire. This morning our wish was granted!

Just a scant seven minutes into her Australian Open match, Venus Williams retired due to injury.

PRAISE GOD ALMIGHTY!

Okay, well it's not permanent but we will not have to put up with her bad attitude and horrific outfit any more for this event.

"Dear Almighty God, Creator of the Universe, thank you for answering half of our prayer. Now please make people feed the hungry, house the homeless and stop waging war. And do something about MTV. Thank you, God. Love, Omni. Over and Out."

Göbekli Tepe

This is by far the most important archaeological and historical site you've never heard of.

Göbekli Tepe is a "stonehengian" like site in Southeastern Turkey, about 500 miles from Istanbul, in Sanhurfa. It's actually called The Turkish Stonehenge. It was discovered in 1994 by a local shepard and is currently a dig site led by the German Archaeological Institute, headed by chief archaeologist Klaus Schmidt.

At this point only 5% of the site has been excavated. But that 5% is so incredibly astounding that it is being called the most important archaeological find in HISTORY. That's right, folks. History.

Why? What is Göbekli Tepe and why is it heralded as the greatest discovery in modern times? Better yet, why have we never even heard of it?

We can answer that last one easily enough, no conspiracy theory here. It makes news in Europe all the time. Americans just don't seem to give a flying fuck about anything of historical importance. Sorry to be so cynical. We're just going on experience here.

Which brings us back to the first two questions. What is IT about Göbekli Tepe?


Göbekli Tepe (GO-BECK-LI TEP-EE) is the site of the OLDEST archaeological dig on the planet. The dates put forth by archaeologists are astounding. It was built somwhere between 11,500 and 12,000 years ago. We want to think it is the first BONA-FIDE ANTEDILUVIAN (Pre-Flood) site ever discovered, but we have a theory on that.

Göbekli Tepe is the oldest human made place of worship yet discovered. Hands down. That means it pre-dates Jericho, anything in South America and is beat only by the 100,000 year old gold mines in Africa. (Which are currently not being excavated. And are not on the archaeological radar. We're talking MAJOR conspiracy there.)

Thus, the structures (at Göbekli Tepe) not only predate pottery, metallurgy, and the invention of writing or the wheel; they were built before the so-called Neolithic Revolution, i.e., the beginning of agriculture and animal husbandry around 9000 BC.

It's so much older even than Sumer. And Sumer was known until now to be the beginning of history. Göbekli Tepe is twice as old as that and literally doubles human history. It's incredible.

The figures on the pillars unearthed so far represent animals of all shapes and class. A veritable "Noah's Ark." Interestingly, Göbekli Tepe is located in the shadow of Mount Ararat where Noah's Ark was said to have been left after The Flood.

This leads to our theory. "The Noah's Altar Theory", which we at Omni are coining as a term.

First a note about The Flood Myths around the World and the many names of Noah. We know Noah as the Flood survivor named in the Hebrew bible. God came down, spoke to Noah and asked him to build an ark to save his family, other righteous folks and one of every animal on Earth.

But Noah is known by many names:
Sumer: King Ziusudra
Babylon: Utnapishtim
Greece: Deucalion
China: Yu
India: Manu
Scandinavia: Bergelmir
Welsh: Dwyfan
East Africa: Tumbainot
Mongolia: Hailibu

Oh, jeez this goes on and on. EVERY civilization on the face of the Earth has a flood myth and a flood hero. For a semi bit more intensive list go to:
talkorigins.org

Back to the Hebrew version and Noah. The Bible states that the very first thing Noah did when he landed and was safe was build an altar to God. Genesis Chapter 8 Verse 20: "Then Noah built an altar to the LORD."

This is what we think Göbekli Tepe could be. Noah's Altar.

"Noah" was technologically savvy enough to build an ark to survive the global flood from the last ice age, and his people lived long before The Flood. The Antediluvian Society. A civilization that existed before the great global flood. This altar seems to be his work of praise to the almighty God.

What would this altar look like? Would it have animals carved on it? Isn't Noah synonymous with animals?

Interestingly, Göbekli Tepe was purposely buried. That's right. Tons of soil were carefully packed around the structures until it was invisible to the naked eye. It was that important. To save it from invading hordes or other destruction and to save it for US so that we may study it under a modern trained eye. We thank those distant ancestors who so carefully preserved this amazing archaeological site for us. Otherwise it may have been reduced to rubble and we may never have seen it or known about it.

It lay underground for millenia, undisturbed and intact. What it is and what it tells us about ancient man is nothing short of astounding. Here's the thing. We are supposed to believe that Göbekli Tepe was constructed by "people a stones throw away from Cavemen.*" Yet when you see the superior stone work and reliefs it is CLEAR that master stonemasons were at work here.

It is yet another megalithic structure that proves we have lost an epoch in our history. We did not go from "cavemen to striped toothpaste**" in one shot. Long periods of history remain hidden from us. We have these ancient structures that PROVE that humans have a MUCH LONGER history than historians will allow us to believe.

Artists rendering of what Göbekli Tepe must have actually looked like.

So is Göbekli Tepe Noah's lost altar? 95% of the site is STILL UNEXCAVATED. It's anyone's guess when they will find an inscription that tells the real story. But for now, we're going with our theory. It seems to fit.

On a secondary note to this story:

The second thing Noah did was build a vineyard and get drunk. Genesis Chapter 9 verses 20-21: "Noah was the first tiller of the soil. He planted a vineyard; and he drank of the wine, and became drunk." Way to go Noah! If we survived the end of the world that's what we would do too.

This article came out the other day and reports the first industrial winery. It is located in Armenia...the same Armenia where Noah's ark is said to be.
Noah's vineyard?

Structures and sites like Göbekli Tepe make us want to know more. More about human origins and try to understand pre-history.

"Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it."

* Quote: David Hatcher Childress
** Quote: John Anthony West

The Saddest Thing We'll EVER Publish - AND WE URGE YOU TO READ IT

Bill Zeller on the Princeton Campus

Today, we read a suicide note so full of pain that it was (it is) extremely hard to bear. We will publish it in it's entirety, as he wanted it, for reasons he explains at the end, although we're not sure if he knew that the entire world would read it.

Bill Zeller, unheard of until the mass publication of this note today, killed himself by hanging. Actually the attempt failed initally, but he died yesterday at hospital in Princeton, NJ of the complications from it.

Bill Zeller was a Princeton Ph.D candidate and renowned internet programmer. In fact, he is described by colleagues and students as brilliant. He was a programming whiz kid, responsible for creating applications such as Graph Your Inbox, which visualizes Gmail use over time, and myTunes, which enables users to download others' iTunes music. At 27 years old, sadly he was just beginning to put his programming skills to work.

It's hard not to be touched by this staggering 4,000 word suicide note. It's much more than that. We wonder what is wrong with a society that allows child molesters to be set free after serving a few paltry years in prison. We demand that it become a crime worthy of capital punishment. At the very least it should carry an automatic life sentence with no parole if convicted.

Here is Bill's note. Do not be too scared or too repulsed to read it. Do not be angry we posted it. He wrote it for all of us to understand. So that we may have the courage to do something about it.

It's long but stay with it. His message deserves to be heard. It was originally published on his website.

"I have the urge to declare my sanity and justify my actions, but I assume I'll never be able to convince anyone that this was the right decision. Maybe it's true that anyone who does this is insane by definition, but I can at least explain my reasoning. I considered not writing any of this because of how personal it is, but I like tying up loose ends and don't want people to wonder why I did this. Since I've never spoken to anyone about what happened to me, people would likely draw the wrong conclusions.

My first memories as a child are of being raped, repeatedly. This has affected every aspect of my life. This darkness, which is the only way I can describe it, has followed me like a fog, but at times intensified and overwhelmed me, usually triggered by a distinct situation. In kindergarten I couldn't use the bathroom and would stand petrified whenever I needed to, which started a trend of awkward and unexplained social behavior. The damage that was done to my body still prevents me from using the bathroom normally, but now it's less of a physical impediment than a daily reminder of what was done to me.

This darkness followed me as I grew up. I remember spending hours playing with legos, having my world consist of me and a box of cold, plastic blocks. Just waiting for everything to end. It's the same thing I do now, but instead of legos it's surfing the web or reading or listening to a baseball game. Most of my life has been spent feeling dead inside, waiting for my body to catch up.

At times growing up I would feel inconsolable rage, but I never connected this to what happened until puberty. I was able to keep the darkness at bay for a few hours at a time by doing things that required intense concentration, but it would always come back. Programming appealed to me for this reason. I was never particularly fond of computers or mathematically inclined, but the temporary peace it would provide was like a drug. But the darkness always returned and built up something like a tolerance, because programming has become less and less of a refuge.

The darkness is with me nearly every time I wake up. I feel like a grime is covering me. I feel like I'm trapped in a contimated body that no amount of washing will clean. Whenever I think about what happened I feel manic and itchy and can't concentrate on anything else. It manifests itself in hours of eating or staying up for days at a time or sleeping for sixteen hours straight or week long programming binges or constantly going to the gym. I'm exhausted from feeling like this every hour of every day.

Three to four nights a week I have nightmares about what happened. It makes me avoid sleep and constantly tired, because sleeping with what feels like hours of nightmares is not restful. I wake up sweaty and furious. I'm reminded every morning of what was done to me and the control it has over my life.

I've never been able to stop thinking about what happened to me and this hampered my social interactions. I would be angry and lost in thought and then be interrupted by someone saying "Hi" or making small talk, unable to understand why I seemed cold and distant. I walked around, viewing the outside world from a distant portal behind my eyes, unable to perform normal human niceties. I wondered what it would be like to take to other people without what happened constantly on my mind, and I wondered if other people had similar experiences that they were better able to mask.

Alcohol was also something that let me escape the darkness. It would always find me later, though, and it was always angry that I managed to escape and it made me pay. Many of the irresponsible things I did were the result of the darkness. Obviously I'm responsible for every decision and action, including this one, but there are reasons why things happen the way they do.

Alcohol and other drugs provided a way to ignore the realities of my situation. It was easy to spend the night drinking and forget that I had no future to look forward to. I never liked what alcohol did to me, but it was better than facing my existence honestly. I haven't touched alcohol or any other drug in over seven months (and no drugs or alcohol will be involved when I do this) and this has forced me to evaluate my life in an honest and clear way. There's no future here. The darkness will always be with me.

I used to think if I solved some problem or achieved some goal, maybe he would leave. It was comforting to identify tangible issues as the source of my problems instead of something that I'll never be able to change. I thought that if I got into to a good college, or a good grad school, or lost weight, or went to the gym nearly every day for a year, or created programs that millions of people used, or spent a summer or California or New York or published papers that I was proud of, then maybe I would feel some peace and not be constantly haunted and unhappy. But nothing I did made a dent in how depressed I was on a daily basis and nothing was in any way fulfilling. I'm not sure why I ever thought that would change anything.

I didn't realize how deep a hold he had on me and my life until my first relationship. I stupidly assumed that no matter how the darkness affected me personally, my romantic relationships would somehow be separated and protected. Growing up I viewed my future relationships as a possible escape from this thing that haunts me every day, but I began to realize how entangled it was with every aspect of my life and how it is never going to release me. Instead of being an escape, relationships and romantic contact with other people only intensified everything about him that I couldn't stand. I will never be able to have a relationship in which he is not the focus, affecting every aspect of my romantic interactions.

Relationships always started out fine and I'd be able to ignore him for a few weeks. But as we got closer emotionally the darkness would return and every night it'd be me, her and the darkness in a black and gruesome threesome. He would surround me and penetrate me and the more we did the more intense it became. It made me hate being touched, because as long as we were separated I could view her like an outsider viewing something good and kind and untainted. Once we touched, the darkness would envelope her too and take her over and the evil inside me would surround her. I always felt like I was infecting anyone I was with.

Relationships didn't work. No one I dated was the right match, and I thought that maybe if I found the right person it would overwhelm him. Part of me knew that finding the right person wouldn't help, so I became interested in girls who obviously had no interest in me. For a while I thought I was gay. I convinced myself that it wasn't the darkness at all, but rather my orientation, because this would give me control over why things didn't feel "right". The fact that the darkness affected sexual matters most intensely made this idea make some sense and I convinced myself of this for a number of years, starting in college after my first relationship ended. I told people I was gay (at Trinity, not at Princeton), even though I wasn't attracted to men and kept finding myself interested in girls. Because if being gay wasn't the answer, then what was? People thought I was avoiding my orientation, but I was actually avoiding the truth, which is that while I'm straight, I will never be content with anyone. I know now that the darkness will never leave.

Last spring I met someone who was unlike anyone else I'd ever met. Someone who showed me just how well two people could get along and how much I could care about another human being. Someone I know I could be with and love for the rest of my life, if I weren't so fucked up. Amazingly, she liked me. She liked the shell of the man the darkness had left behind. But it didn't matter because I couldn't be alone with her. It was never just the two of us, it was always the three of us: her, me and the darkness. The closer we got, the more intensely I'd feel the darkness, like some evil mirror of my emotions. All the closeness we had and I loved was complemented by agony that I couldn't stand, from him. I realized that I would never be able to give her, or anyone, all of me or only me. She could never have me without the darkness and evil inside me. I could never have just her, without the darkness being a part of all of our interactions. I will never be able to be at peace or content or in a healthy relationship. I realized the futility of the romantic part of my life. If I had never met her, I would have realized this as soon as I met someone else who I meshed similarly well with. It's likely that things wouldn't have worked out with her and we would have broken up (with our relationship ending, like the majority of relationships do) even if I didn't have this problem, since we only dated for a short time. But I will face exactly the same problems with the darkness with anyone else. Despite my hopes, love and compatability is not enough. Nothing is enough. There's no way I can fix this or even push the darkness down far enough to make a relationship or any type of intimacy feasible.

So I watched as things fell apart between us. I had put an explicit time limit on our relationship, since I knew it couldn't last because of the darkness and didn't want to hold her back, and this caused a variety of problems. She was put in an unnatural situation that she never should have been a part of. It must have been very hard for her, not knowing what was actually going on with me, but this is not something I've ever been able to talk about with anyone. Losing her was very hard for me as well. Not because of her (I got over our relationship relatively quickly), but because of the realization that I would never have another relationship and because it signified the last true, exclusive personal connection I could ever have. This wasn't apparent to other people, because I could never talk about the real reasons for my sadness. I was very sad in the summer and fall, but it was not because of her, it was because I will never escape the darkness with anyone. She was so loving and kind to me and gave me everything I could have asked for under the circumstances. I'll never forget how much happiness she brought me in those briefs moments when I could ignore the darkness. I had originally planned to kill myself last winter but never got around to it. (Parts of this letter were written over a year ago, other parts days before doing this.) It was wrong of me to involve myself in her life if this were a possibility and I should have just left her alone, even though we only dated for a few months and things ended a long time ago. She's just one more person in a long list of people I've hurt.

I could spend pages talking about the other relationships I've had that were ruined because of my problems and my confusion related to the darkness. I've hurt so many great people because of who I am and my inability to experience what needs to be experienced. All I can say is that I tried to be honest with people about what I thought was true.

I've spent my life hurting people. Today will be the last time.

I've told different people a lot of things, but I've never told anyone about what happened to me, ever, for obvious reasons. It took me a while to realize that no matter how close you are to someone or how much they claim to love you, people simply cannot keep secrets. I learned this a few years ago when I thought I was gay and told people. The more harmful the secret, the juicier the gossip and the more likely you are to be betrayed. People don't care about their word or what they've promised, they just do whatever the fuck they want and justify it later. It feels incredibly lonely to realize you can never share something with someone and have it be between just the two of you. I don't blame anyone in particular, I guess it's just how people are. Even if I felt like this is something I could have shared, I have no interest in being part of a friendship or relationship where the other person views me as the damaged and contaminated person that I am. So even if I were able to trust someone, I probably would not have told them about what happened to me. At this point I simply don't care who knows.

I feel an evil inside me. An evil that makes me want to end life. I need to stop this. I need to make sure I don't kill someone, which is not something that can be easily undone. I don't know if this is related to what happened to me or something different. I recognize the irony of killing myself to prevent myself from killing someone else, but this decision should indicate what I'm capable of.

So I've realized I will never escape the darkness or misery associated with it and I have a responsibility to stop myself from physically harming others.

I'm just a broken, miserable shell of a human being. Being molested has defined me as a person and shaped me as a human being and it has made me the monster I am and there's nothing I can do to escape it. I don't know any other existence. I don't know what life feels like where I'm apart from any of this. I actively despise the person I am. I just feel fundamentally broken, almost non-human. I feel like an animal that woke up one day in a human body, trying to make sense of a foreign world, living among creatures it doesn't understand and can't connect with.

I have accepted that the darkness will never allow me to be in a relationship. I will never go to sleep with someone in my arms, feeling the comfort of their hands around me. I will never know what uncontimated intimacy is like. I will never have an exclusive bond with someone, someone who can be the recipient of all the love I have to give. I will never have children, and I wanted to be a father so badly. I think I would have made a good dad. And even if I had fought through the darkness and married and had children all while being unable to feel intimacy, I could have never done that if suicide were a possibility. I did try to minimize pain, although I know that this decision will hurt many of you. If this hurts you, I hope that you can at least forget about me quickly.

There's no point in identifying who molested me, so I'm just going to leave it at that. I doubt the word of a dead guy with no evidence about something that happened over twenty years ago would have much sway.

You may wonder why I didn't just talk to a professional about this. I've seen a number of doctors since I was a teenager to talk about other issues and I'm positive that another doctor would not have helped. I was never given one piece of actionable advice, ever. More than a few spent a large part of the session reading their notes to remember who I was. And I have no interest in talking about being raped as a child, both because I know it wouldn't help and because I have no confidence it would remain secret. I know the legal and practical limits of doctor/patient confidentiality, growing up in a house where we'd hear stories about the various mental illnesses of famous people, stories that were passed down through generations. All it takes is one doctor who thinks my story is interesting enough to share or a doctor who thinks it's her right or responsibility to contact the authorities and have me identify the molestor (justifying her decision by telling herself that someone else might be in danger). All it takes is a single doctor who violates my trust, just like the "friends" who I told I was gay did, and everything would be made public and I'd be forced to live in a world where people would know how fucked up I am. And yes, I realize this indicates that I have severe trust issues, but they're based on a large number of experiences with people who have shown a profound disrepect for their word and the privacy of others.

People say suicide is selfish. I think it's selfish to ask people to continue living painful and miserable lives, just so you possibly won't feel sad for a week or two. Suicide may be a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but it's also a permanent solution to a ~23 year-old problem that grows more intense and overwhelming every day.

Some people are just dealt bad hands in this life. I know many people have it worse than I do, and maybe I'm just not a strong person, but I really did try to deal with this. I've tried to deal with this every day for the last 23 years and I just can't fucking take it anymore.

I often wonder what life must be like for other people. People who can feel the love from others and give it back unadulterated, people who can experience sex as an intimate and joyous experience, people who can experience the colors and happenings of this world without constant misery. I wonder who I'd be if things had been different or if I were a stronger person. It sounds pretty great.

I'm prepared for death. I'm prepared for the pain and I am ready to no longer exist. Thanks to the strictness of New Jersey gun laws this will probably be much more painful than it needs to be, but what can you do. My only fear at this point is messing something up and surviving.

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I'd also like to address my family, if you can call them that. I despise everything they stand for and I truly hate them, in a non-emotional, dispassionate and what I believe is a healthy way. The world will be a better place when they're dead--one with less hatred and intolerance.

If you're unfamiliar with the situation, my parents are fundamentalist Christians who kicked me out of their house and cut me off financially when I was 19 because I refused to attend seven hours of church a week.

They live in a black and white reality they've constructed for themselves. They partition the world into good and evil and survive by hating everything they fear or misunderstand and calling it love. They don't understand that good and decent people exist all around us, "saved" or not, and that evil and cruel people occupy a large percentage of their church. They take advantage of people looking for hope by teaching them to practice the same hatred they practice.

A random example:

"I am personally convinced that if a Muslim truly believes and obeys the Koran, he will be a terrorist." - George Zeller, August 24, 2010.

If you choose to follow a religion where, for example, devout Catholics who are trying to be good people are all going to Hell but child molestors go to Heaven (as long as they were "saved" at some point), that's your choice, but it's fucked up. Maybe a God who operates by those rules does exist. If so, fuck Him.

Their church was always more important than the members of their family and they happily sacrificed whatever necessary in order to satisfy their contrived beliefs about who they should be.

I grew up in a house where love was proxied through a God I could never believe in. A house where the love of music with any sort of a beat was literally beaten out of me. A house full of hatred and intolerance, run by two people who were experts at appearing kind and warm when others were around. Parents who tell an eight year old that his grandmother is going to Hell because she's Catholic. Parents who claim not to be racist but then talk about the horrors of miscegenation. I could list hundreds of other examples, but it's tiring.

Since being kicked out, I've interacted with them in relatively normal ways. I talk to them on the phone like nothing happened. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I like pretending I have a family. Maybe I like having people I can talk to about what's been going on in my life. Whatever the reason, it's not real and it feels like a sham. I should have never allowed this reconnection to happen.

I wrote the above a while ago, and I do feel like that much of the time. At other times, though, I feel less hateful. I know my parents honestly believe the crap they believe in. I know that my mom, at least, loved me very much and tried her best. One reason I put this off for so long is because I know how much pain it will cause her. She has been sad since she found out I wasn't "saved", since she believes I'm going to Hell, which is not a sadness for which I am responsible. That was never going to change, and presumably she believes the state of my physical body is much less important than the state of my soul. Still, I cannot intellectually justify this decision, knowing how much it will hurt her. Maybe my ability to take my own life, knowing how much pain it will cause, shows that I am a monster who doesn't deserve to live. All I know is that I can't deal with this pain any longer and I'm am truly sorry I couldn't wait until my family and everyone I knew died so this could be done without hurting anyone. For years I've wished that I'd be hit by a bus or die while saving a baby from drowning so my death might be more acceptable, but I was never so lucky.

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To those of you who have shown me love, thank you for putting up with all my shittiness and moodiness and arbitrariness. I was never the person I wanted to be. Maybe without the darkness I would have been a better person, maybe not. I did try to be a good person, but I realize I never got very far.

I'm sorry for the pain this causes. I really do wish I had another option. I hope this letter explains why I needed to do this. If you can't understand this decision, I hope you can at least forgive me.

Bill Zeller

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Please save this letter and repost it if gets deleted. I don't want people to wonder why I did this. I disseminated it more widely than I might have otherwise because I'm worried that my family might try to restrict access to it. I don't mind if this letter is made public. In fact, I'd prefer it be made public to people being unable to read it and drawing their own conclusions.

Feel free to republish this letter, but only if it is reproduced in its entirety."

We at Omni once again reiterate..what is a crime worthy of capital puishment? Surely the adult who tortured Bill as a child is still walking the streets. Probably the family priest from the over tones in the letter. When as a society are we going to start actually protecting children from this and take it seriously?

Rape in general is almost impossible to bear, but to a child...we don't have to imagine amymore. Bill spells it out perfectly clear...it's a "darkness" that defines you as a person and one that haunts you all your life. There is no rationalizing it. The adult survivors who have been able to manage it through therapy will agree. You can barely manage it. It stays with you always. To the adult perpetrator, who does such a thing and walks away casually, it was just another encounter. To a child, it's a heinous life-altering, life-destroying act that will forever alter your perception of happiness and self-worth.

Many may argue that this guys was nuts and should have seen a doctor. He DID see many doctors over the years. This is another issue. He was scared to talk about it. Scared that he'd be outed. That the police would be contacted. He was tortured, not crazy.

The Psychiatric community is probably up in arms about this right now. But, they need to figure out a way to help more children and adults like Bill who are keeping this poison inside. Afraid.

This country needs to stand up and say no more. We urge all of you to write congress, write your represenatatives, call your governors and demand that the penalty for child molestation be raised to the fucking bar. LIFE IN PRISON OR THE DEALTH PENALTY. Enough is enough.

God Bless you, Bill. Suicide is not a sin and may God give you the peace on the other side that so alluded you here.

1000memories.com/billzeller/memories

Holy Acrobats!

In the "You Can't Believe it Until You see it Department"...

Here's an acrobatic troupe of very sexy guys taking their shirts off for the Pope, who's okay with it...but check out the NUNS! They can't get enough. They are practically waving dollar bills!

Is this what goes on at the Vatican? Aren't there starving kids that need a meal somewhere? Why aren't the Pope and the nuns DOING SOMETHING/ANYTHING for the needy people of the world? Especially now, at Christmas time. We are disgusted by the Vatican, as usual. The Pope just sits there like a King waiting to be entertained by his jesters or in this case NAKED GUYS. Why don't Catholics see what's going on right in front of their faces? The Pope and his cronies don't even try to hide their worthlessness. It's so sad.

Somewhere in Hell Pope Alexander VI (Rodrigo Borgia) is laughing his ass off.

The Hajj

The Hajj 2010

The world's largest pilgrimage, The Hajj, is happening now as we speak in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. At least 2 million faithful Muslims annually converge on Mecca as part of The Hajj. The Hajj is a mandatory pilgrimage required at least once in a Muslims lifetime demonstrating the pilgrims solidarity with other Muslims and their subservience and submission to God's will.

The Hajj dates back to the time of Abraham and the ritual itself is thousands of old. There are many components to this event. One of them, is the "Stoning of the Devil" that is taking place today. This is where everyone takes their turn throwing rocks at a wall in a symbolic gesture of refuting Satan. How charming! The most well known task is the gathering at the Kabba, the center of the Grand Mosque in Mecca, with the faithful walking in counter-clockwise circles and pointing to the Black Stone, the cornerstone of the Kabba, as seen in the picture above.

The Black Stone is believed by modern scholars to be a meteorite, as traditions dictate that it "Fell from Heaven." The Muslims worship this stone and say it was cast from heaven to show Adam and Eve where to build an altar to God. The stone was lost during Noah's time. It's location was revealed by an angel to Abraham who set into the Kabba, where it has been worshipped to this day.

This tradition is remarkably similar to the ancient Egyptians who worshipped the "Ben-Ben" stone at Heliopolis for millenia. The Benben was also a "Stone from Heaven" and is thought to have been a meteorite. This Benben tradition gave rise to the ancient stories of the Phoenix - a miraculous being who could resurrect its dead self from flames and rise into a brand new entity.

It's all very fascinating - the core of ancient religions. The more you read and learn the more you question everything - The historical timeline, the events themselves and the very "cast and crew" of this play called Life on Earth.