In response to me opening my mouth I now have to produce on the idea that after deep thought with a friend we may have figured out why these people are the way they are and are not open to discussion or rational thought.
Why do people choose to believe obvious lies? Pro Wrestling-the Limbos and all the other sources of disinformation not to mention the invisible sky being fear factor that complicates this even more. I have never been able to understand that. They just want to believe so badly.
Said for a long time somewhat in jest that it could be a gene thing but something is obviously going on. Do think it can be compared to the man/women thing but do not mean they are necessarily connected. Comedians make their living off the differences between the sexes and it's not changing and no one can explain it for certain.
This is a bad case of imprinting going on here. Filial imprinting it seems is the type. But all of you knew that. Not me but I get to use the cornfield defense.
I think I have to back away from using the term brainwashing as the rhetoric today is more or less what these individuals imprinted on. Call it reinforcement conditioning. It's working whatever it may be.
No matter what - these people don't get a pass for being dumb fuckers never ever and right now it seems to me they are winning.
The fact these people are given such a dominate amount of time from the media shows the depth of the shit hole the Big Whore Media has crawled into.
Congressman Frank was correct in that the only way to fight these people is public ridicule as TehStupid deserves nothing more.
I have to reserve the right to add to this. Time to go to work.
Have fun today everybody!
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9/4/08
Little One Fly's Religion Story
Some of my earliest memories are having to bundle up in the middle of winter freezing my ass off during the twelve mile ride from outta the cornfield on gravel roads to our parish to attend mass. The time period is early 50's.
There was this short fat little Monsignor Monster wearing these elaborate and colorful robes who would scream at the top of his lungs how little One Fly was going to burn in the fires of hell for a variety of reasons all very bad of course. Rules made up a very long time ago influenced by this guy who could feed a lot of people by snapping his fingers. That's what they were telling me. Of course you're down 2 and 0 right out of the gate cause of that original sin we're all born with you know. I didn't do a goddamn thing I'm just a pecker head kid who got dragged to this place against my will. You want to impress me turn the fucking heat up. I'm still freezing my ass.
In all seriousness at that tender age tiny One Fly called bullshit as he does to this day. Since I was not in control I had to go through the motions for a long time and hated all of it for the most part. As a sidelight during these times One Fly was not a good participant while attending this ritual and misbehaved at least that's what the story is. Dad would be glaring at me and if I was really pissing him off mouth some words. When it was over and on the way to the car he would say "You're going to get it". And on the way back home on one of those gravel roads you never knew where, he'd stop the the car pull me out and give me a spanking. OUCHY WAWA.
I'm pretty sure it was deserved.
Then there's the Continuing Education/Brainwashing side. Leading up to the second biggy the first being Baptism you study and learn all that will make you eligible to receive your First Communion where you are fed one of these guys for the first time. This was always confusing to me. All who enter do win a prize and that is you get to tell all the bad things you have done according to them to one of the robed guys who sits behind a screened window. Can't see him but you can hear him. You've seen him around and he knows who you are. What the fuck do you think little boys do? How I hated this and you had to do it there was no choice. Told to say any number of various prayers and wa la all is otay. You will not burn in the fires of this place called hell and are free to start all over. There need to be laws protecting children from this. On Saturday's would go the other direction for an hour of instruction from penguins at another parish. You didn't even get a break during summer vacation cause there was two full weeks of all day indoctrination back at the other place. This shit was brutal for a kid in my position.
Continuing with education we moved off the cornfield and into town so there could some of the real thing at the Catholic school during the junior high years. Included in that were daily hands on indoctrination sessions with the resident robe. One Fly left a perfect learning environment and entered a classroom of utter chaos. There is one of of my grade schoolteachers left and when I see her she never fails to tell me that I was her best student. I love this woman. It was chaos and the penguins knew so little they actually had students teaching math and science. It took six months for me to be corrupted by this atmosphere and when it came time to enter high school I was not close to being prepared. Just was not strong enough as a person at that time to say no to what I was being subjected to.
It was during that time and for a couple years during high school that I entered the inner sanctum of the robes and became a server. That was kind of fun because you got to mess with all the toys these guys used. You had to light the candles which could be a pain in the ass, fire up the old incense burner, mumble a whole bunch of Latin bull shit, and then when it came time for communion followed the robe around with this fancy wooden handled plate just in case he dropped the guy he was feeding to everyone. Of course when one of your buds was at the rail you jammed that plate into his throat hoping he'd choke and sometimes he did. Then during the sermon you had a birds eye view of all in the audience. Who was asleep who was drooling on themselves and who was misbehaving stuff like that. Then there was holy week. Seven nonstop days of mumbo-jumbo pass all. I have never in my life seen the likes of what happens on Thursday night of that week. This is bizarre shit at the very least. One of the downsides of doing this is that you had to wear this cheap ass black and white floor length dress.
Quit doing the server stuff but during high school continuing education continued with a one night a week gathering for more of the same. For many it was a way to get out of the house or off the farm for a bit of screwing off on a school night. The more daring ones would use this opportunity to sneak a few brewskis before heading home.
This has been the whole truth and nothing but the truth and what is important to me is that they didn't get me. They will never get me and I feel for all the millions who have been gotten and right now it is the ones that have been gotten that are fucking our country up in such a way with a mind fucked agenda and beliefs that are so far removed from reality it difficult for me to put into words what exactly it is except for this is just sick sick shit!
And as another sidelight will add this and make no conclusions or offer much up other than it did happen. I just say that while in West Africa and I will use the word "a spirit" interacted with One Fly. Never saw it but heard it and felt it no bull shit. Maybe it didn't like white boys.
There was this short fat little Monsignor Monster wearing these elaborate and colorful robes who would scream at the top of his lungs how little One Fly was going to burn in the fires of hell for a variety of reasons all very bad of course. Rules made up a very long time ago influenced by this guy who could feed a lot of people by snapping his fingers. That's what they were telling me. Of course you're down 2 and 0 right out of the gate cause of that original sin we're all born with you know. I didn't do a goddamn thing I'm just a pecker head kid who got dragged to this place against my will. You want to impress me turn the fucking heat up. I'm still freezing my ass.
In all seriousness at that tender age tiny One Fly called bullshit as he does to this day. Since I was not in control I had to go through the motions for a long time and hated all of it for the most part. As a sidelight during these times One Fly was not a good participant while attending this ritual and misbehaved at least that's what the story is. Dad would be glaring at me and if I was really pissing him off mouth some words. When it was over and on the way to the car he would say "You're going to get it". And on the way back home on one of those gravel roads you never knew where, he'd stop the the car pull me out and give me a spanking. OUCHY WAWA.
I'm pretty sure it was deserved.
Then there's the Continuing Education/Brainwashing side. Leading up to the second biggy the first being Baptism you study and learn all that will make you eligible to receive your First Communion where you are fed one of these guys for the first time. This was always confusing to me. All who enter do win a prize and that is you get to tell all the bad things you have done according to them to one of the robed guys who sits behind a screened window. Can't see him but you can hear him. You've seen him around and he knows who you are. What the fuck do you think little boys do? How I hated this and you had to do it there was no choice. Told to say any number of various prayers and wa la all is otay. You will not burn in the fires of this place called hell and are free to start all over. There need to be laws protecting children from this. On Saturday's would go the other direction for an hour of instruction from penguins at another parish. You didn't even get a break during summer vacation cause there was two full weeks of all day indoctrination back at the other place. This shit was brutal for a kid in my position.
Continuing with education we moved off the cornfield and into town so there could some of the real thing at the Catholic school during the junior high years. Included in that were daily hands on indoctrination sessions with the resident robe. One Fly left a perfect learning environment and entered a classroom of utter chaos. There is one of of my grade schoolteachers left and when I see her she never fails to tell me that I was her best student. I love this woman. It was chaos and the penguins knew so little they actually had students teaching math and science. It took six months for me to be corrupted by this atmosphere and when it came time to enter high school I was not close to being prepared. Just was not strong enough as a person at that time to say no to what I was being subjected to.
It was during that time and for a couple years during high school that I entered the inner sanctum of the robes and became a server. That was kind of fun because you got to mess with all the toys these guys used. You had to light the candles which could be a pain in the ass, fire up the old incense burner, mumble a whole bunch of Latin bull shit, and then when it came time for communion followed the robe around with this fancy wooden handled plate just in case he dropped the guy he was feeding to everyone. Of course when one of your buds was at the rail you jammed that plate into his throat hoping he'd choke and sometimes he did. Then during the sermon you had a birds eye view of all in the audience. Who was asleep who was drooling on themselves and who was misbehaving stuff like that. Then there was holy week. Seven nonstop days of mumbo-jumbo pass all. I have never in my life seen the likes of what happens on Thursday night of that week. This is bizarre shit at the very least. One of the downsides of doing this is that you had to wear this cheap ass black and white floor length dress.
Quit doing the server stuff but during high school continuing education continued with a one night a week gathering for more of the same. For many it was a way to get out of the house or off the farm for a bit of screwing off on a school night. The more daring ones would use this opportunity to sneak a few brewskis before heading home.
This has been the whole truth and nothing but the truth and what is important to me is that they didn't get me. They will never get me and I feel for all the millions who have been gotten and right now it is the ones that have been gotten that are fucking our country up in such a way with a mind fucked agenda and beliefs that are so far removed from reality it difficult for me to put into words what exactly it is except for this is just sick sick shit!
And as another sidelight will add this and make no conclusions or offer much up other than it did happen. I just say that while in West Africa and I will use the word "a spirit" interacted with One Fly. Never saw it but heard it and felt it no bull shit. Maybe it didn't like white boys.
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