21 March 2021

(Un)Happy Ending

The old Stanford PhD/televangelist Gene Scott once said fornication is a piddling sin, and the typical Billy Graham-type pew warmers gasped.

The Georgia Asian sex worker massacre illustrates the finer point of Scott's maxim.

Robert Aaron Long, a self-proclaimed *sex addict* and a self-proclaimed *Christian,* was so overwhelmed by his flesh's reaction to the abundant female flesh daily life offered him, he went on a rampage, killing massage parlor sex workers.  He said he killed the good time girls because he wanted to save other poor souls from the same hellish temptations that bedeviled him.  This motivation doesn't stand much scrutiny, as obviously he removed nary a drop in our culture's bucket of sex workers and pornography.  Not one person Long wanted to save from a hand-job is now free of temptation or opportunity.  A truer explanation is that Long was so ashamed of his own fleshly weakness, he despised himself. . .yet lacking the selflessness to kill himself, he killed the sex workers as a blood sacrifice to atone for his sins.  Or he may have simply been unconsciously killing himself as he killed the massage girls he transferred his sins onto.  

And yet the exact motive of Long's orgy of death is not relevant when compared to the greater issue: why was Long so disgusted by his own erections?

Robert Aaron Long grew up in something called Crabapple First Baptist Church.  We understand Long is responsible for killing the Asian parlor girls.  We understand whatever role Crabapple played in deforming Long's character, Long always had the ability to NOT kill.  So we don't suggest Crabapple is culpable in the massage parlor deathgasm.  

There is an unforgivable sin.  But it is not homicide.

Long's family were faithful members of Crabapple First Baptist Church. . .and we are told the night before Long's sex mania climaxed in a stream of murder, Long was kicked out of his home by his parents because of his appetite for internet pornography.

Ask yourself the following:

Do you believe Long would have murdered those parlor girls if he hadn't been kicked out of his house?  If Long had been allowed to beat-off to whatever flavor of porn aroused him the most, and then wiped his flesh clean with a tissue while his spirit sunk in guilt and he cried I'll try to do better tomorrow, Lord, would those Asian rub-and-tuggers still be alive? 

Crabapple First Baptist did not kill those women.  Long's parents did not kill those women.  Robert Aaron Long killed those women.

But there is an unforgivable sin.  And it is not homicide.

It is evident Long had a character deformation.  He was over-interested in sexuality.  This is not to say sexual sin does not have consequences.  Disease, broken families, acts of violence, abortion.  I have no doubt the average pew-warmer will think I am downplaying sins of the flesh.  But I find it troubling a 21-year-old was so distressed by his own flesh he would kill and kill and kill again.

It's not unreasonable to believe Long's doctrine of unforgivable sexuality came from his parents and Crabapple First Baptist.

I say this because Long's parents kicked him out of the house for beating off to internet porn.

Kicked out of the house for beating off to porn.  

The scribes and Pharisees brought unto Him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst, they say unto Him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest Thou? This they said, tempting Him, that they might have to accuse Him. But Jesus stooped down, and with His finger wrote on the ground, as though He heard them not. So when they continued asking Him, He lifted up Himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. And again He stooped down, and wrote on the ground. And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had lifted up Himself, and saw none but the woman, He said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.

If the parents of Robert Aaron Long aren't today convicted by their own conscience, their eternal souls may well be in more danger than their son's.

The pew-warmers may say, but his parents may have forgiven their son a hundred times for beating off to computer porn, but they finally reached the breaking point, and had to take more drastic action.

Then came Peter to Him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.

His parents were fed up with him beating off, and threw him out???


Let me say this about myself: I pray God never get fed up with my sin, and kick me out of His house.  I fuck up constantly, minute by minute.  Apparently not so for Robert Aaron Long's parents.

And then we have the following from Crabapple First Baptist:

Robert's unthinkable and egregious murders directly contradict his own confession of faith in Jesus and the gospel.  We want to be clear that this extreme and wicked act is nothing less than rebellion against our Holy God and His Word. We can no longer affirm that he is truly a regenerate believer in Jesus Christ. As a result we have begun a disciplinary process aimed at removing him from the congregation.

I can only speculate on how many tedious anti-porn sermons Robert Aaron Long must have listened to.  Maybe none.  Maybe Long's sexual bipolarity sprung entirely from his own soul.  I doubt it.  He probably got more than an earful of the typical baptist fire-and-brimstone porn preaching.  Maybe he heard the preacher's words ringing in his ears every time he finished jacking off to internet porn clips, until it all felt so hopeless, somebody's death was the only answer.  

Until you got a church that is real enough to say every Sunday morning to its congregation who's so fucking horny they're about to lose their mind, the rest of it is useless.  Tiresome noise.  You can't just say porn is bad, don't beat off.  For crying out loud, these problems have existed since Eden.  There was porn before there was porn.  Whatever sexual desire a person has, some other real person or object or animal is gonna inflame that desire.  There was no internet porn when Paul wrote it's better to marry than to burn.  People want to fuck.  It's not the end of the world.  In fact, if people didn't want to fuck, it would be the end of the world.  At least, the human world.  

A lot of people have real trouble with their desires, but until the church addresses this problem in a serious fashion, without all the absurd shame and hysteria, it will be preaching in the wind.  

You got these Q imbeciles now crawling through the church, acting shocked Bill Clinton or Woody Allen wants to fuck a 13 year old girl and believing Donald Trump will rid the world of this evil. LOL!  That's the level the church is at.  No wonder it is a colossal failure, a useless, fruitless force.  

Until you get preachers at the pulpit who can say, look, is there anybody in this congregation that wants to fuck their neighbor's daughter?  You've come to the right place.  God has said there is a way of escape.  

You got to let people be open about the shit inside them.  If they have to hide, the shit inside them will eventually explode into a mess like you had with Robert Aaron Long.

His parents and his church just couldn't tolerate Long beating off alone in his room.  Long couldn't walk into church Sunday morning, every Sunday morning from now until Kingdom come, if need be, and say, yup, I fucked up again and jerked off to computer porn, but I still believe there is an escape, and the pastor and his parents say God bless you, boy, then the church is useless.  Worse than useless. 

I don't blame Crabapple First Baptist and Long's parents for the murders.  

But there is an unforgivable sin.  And it is not homicide.

In Robert Aaron Long's moments of need, his parents and church denied the power of the Holy Spirit and have abandoned him.  They could not watch one hour of porn with him.  And they can not stand with him now that he is a murderer.  The church leader now takes for himself the authority of Christ and declares Long is not a *regenerate believer!*  LOL! 

Hey, pal, it's not your fucking job to decide who is and who is not a True  Believer.  That's Christ's job.  Your fucking job is open your fucking door to whoever crosses it and do whatever the fuck you have to do to meet God's will.  You don't set any fucking timeline or tell anybody how many fucking chances they get.  You start over every fucking day until you die or He returns.  God damned absurd that some fucking wanker had no place to go with his lust except to the gun store!  God damned failure of a church! 

And so yes, fornication is a piddling sin compared to a pile of dead bodies and a pile of useless fucking church eaters.

18 March 2021

Sell Your Van Gogh Now

I was gonna start this by predicting in a hundred years you could buy Van Gogh's Night Cafe for a hundred bucks. . .then I stopped and thought about it for a minute.

First, there won't be a hundred bucks in a hundred years.  There will be a hundred Bitcoins or Pokecoins or whatever the cryptocurrency of the day is.  I don't know what cryptocurrency is.  Apparently you can somehow *mine* the shit on a computer by doing some really complicated equation or something.  I don't know how it works. It's money out of thin air, just like our current fiat dollar, so in that regard, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

But anyways. . .even if somebody had a hundred Bitcoins in a hundred years, they wouldn't buy a Van Gogh, because it will be worthless.

Something or somebody called *Beeple* just sold a digital art work (glorified JPG) for 69 million old fashioned dollars. . .

These digital art works are also called NFTs, Non-Fungible Tokens.  I don't know what that shit is, either.  It has something to do with how the digital item is stored on a blockchain, which also I don't know what the fuck that is.

But anyways, this is the wave of the future because it follows two irreversible trends of humanity:

Obesity and stupidity.

I'm not saying this to shit-talk *Beeple's* JPG.  There are some amusing images in it.  But Hell, let's be real, a software program did most of *Beeple's* heavy lifting. Hitler's watercolors have more authentic human artistic merit. . .

But it don't matter. . .

*Beeple's* little pixels are amusing to look at and can be carried on your phone so you can easily show it off shoving it in your friend's face.  And you won't have to drag ass to a museum and actually walk down long corridors to look at some picture you can't fucking understand.  Imagine the human fat-ass in a hundred years huffing and puffing through the Louvre, only to arrive dead-ass exhausted at the Mona Lisa and scratching its head wondering, why, it don't even look like an attractive tranny, even if you tried to Jap anime porn it up by putting a big cock on it.

No.  Humans will be too stupid, too fat.  Museums are dead.

Physical art work is dead.

Some fat-ass in a hundred years is gonna want to haul his lard butt off his gamer chair and try to lift a canvas with an image he can't comprehend to the wall and hang it on a nail?  When they can just pull out their smartphone (or blink their digi-eyelid) and look at this:

Yeah.  This *Nyan Cat* GIF just sold for 300 Ether, some other fucking kind of cryptocurrency which they call, apparently, *gas??*  Anyway, that's worth about six hundred thousand old fashioned dollars.

Human beings are in physical and mental decline.  Art is trending back to the level of sophistication last seen in cave drawings.

I mean really, is there that much difference from the *Nyan Cat* and this cave wall panther drawing from about four thousand years ago?

So, yeah, if you own a Van Gogh, sell it now.  It will be worthless in a hundred years.  In less than a hundred years. Probably less than fifty years.