Common abrahamic excuses that hold little waterMore Like This
"God gaves us free will, ergo it's pur own fault": Except that the Bible nor the Qu'ran put emphasis on free will. Hell, this excuse is so very recent, that, until a few centuries ago, the idea that God had absolute control over our lives was very popular.
"Its our fault; Adam and Eve's sin created evil, not God!": If you have read Genesis, you'll know this is bullshit (Hell, even Yahweh admits he created evil!). Likewise, at no point is the first sin ever considered a "Pandora's Box" situation.
"God is goodness incarnate! Evil is against his nature!":...have you even read the Bible? Yahweh is also considered to not be goodness incarnate until the NT and Qu'ran; in the OT, he is treated as a Lawful Neutral agent.
"Your're putting everything out of context!": Considering I actually bother to read the Bible/Qu'ran, while you only cherry pick passages your pastor dictates...
"He died for your sins! You should be grateful!":
1- His sacrifice was pointless, He only rescued saints from Sheol
SexismBoys will be boysMore Like This
Girls shall be ladies
Boys romp and play
make mud pies and fight
Girls have tea-parties
dress up and act like grown-ups
we chuckle when boys return
covered head to toe in mud
we scold when a girl returns
with a grass stain on her clothes
Boys shout and holler
Girls wait and listen
'Lower your voice girl,'
they say when she squeals
'Is it because I'm a girl?'
she asks quietly
They lie respond with 'no,
its just what is proper'
Then why aren't boys
silenced when they scream
Girls have voices too!
We are they the silenced ones?
WorthThey told me I could be anything,More Like This
As long as I came home and cooked dinner for my husband when I was done,
Because that’s all I’m really worth to them.
I’m a plate of burnt pancakes
That they could have cooked better,
And a rag soaked in chemicals
Here to wipe up a mess they made
Or gag the children that they’re too tired to listen to.
My skin is too dark for them
Too dark to be near their sons
Too dark to be pretty in their family pictures
Too dark to suit the skins of their grandchildren,
Love everyone equally,
Just love them from afar, right?
“Depression is a sin,”
He preached with a pounding head
And a trace of liquor on his breath.
And he would know better then anybody,
Because leaking from his hollow eyes is a stream of whiskey
But only in my mind.
And I feel sorry for him, that they make him fight against himself,
But at the same time I hate him for giving in to them.
In my mind, I stand up in the pew and scream truth at him,
pro-choice"Because I had had sex, someone thought I deserved to die." (Cerullo qtd. in Hadley 79) "She was bleeding at the wrong time, and it didn't stop. She went to the emergency room here at a Catholic hospital, and they refused to take care of her. They just flatly refused…they would not touch her because she might be pregnant, and they might disturb the child. She continued to bleed." (Paley 8)More Like This
"I found out I was pregnant when I was fourteen. I didn't get a period. I talked to nobody. I panicked. I sat in hot baths. I drank these strange concoctions girls told me about—something like Johnny Walker Red with a little bit of Clorox, alcohol, baking soda—which probably saved my stomach—and some sort of cream. You mixed it all up. I got violently ill." (Goldberg 116)
"I didn't make any noise at all. I bit through my lip. I tried n
Doing Nothing Wrong? You Have PLENTY To Fear!More Like This
“If you’re doing nothing wrong, you have nothing to hide.” This is the rationalization many authoritarian statists use to justify stricter laws, invasive surveillance, and militarized law enforcement. Why should you worry about any of that? If you’re not a criminal or terrorist, you have nothing to fear, right?
Sadly, recent events give a much different answer. Countless innocent people have either been convicted of victimless crimes or wrongfully convicted of crimes they did not commit. The Free Thought Project lists 30 such examples:1. Niakea Williams went to her son’s St. Louis-area elementary school one day to pick up her son, who has Asperger’s. The school was put on lockdown and
Islam Is Not Peaceful (But Neither Is Anyone Else)Greetings all!More Like This
This piece comes after a brief break I took in order to work out the final weeks of my high school education. Now that it has been concluded, I likely won’t be taking such leaves of absence for a while now. Beyond that, I've decided to make Islam (and religion in general) a topic this week due to some events as of late which convinced me to tear open the wounds anew. The events I speak of range from the beheading of a British soldier to the stabbing of a French soldier. While the latter has not been confirmed as being in the name of Islam, the events surrounding it would suggest so. This is in contrast to the former, where Islamic extremism has been identified as the clear cause. And while I’d l
Right v. Privilege: The Cost of Higher EducationGreetings all!More Like This
This post concerns an issue which affects me personally, and which I likely will become even more invested in during the coming months. This issue is that of the costs surrounding the pursuit of a higher education in the United States of America. We know they are significantly high; what matters is why, and what we can do to change that. This week’s quote comes from Bernie Sanders, an independent senator from Vermont who has described himself as a democratic socialist, the only one in over six decades. I typically find more ground with him than most politicians in America these days.
The cost of an undergraduate education has been rising for decades, and has only been rising more sharply in the past few years. We can already see that the average cost of education at a public university is over 13,000 dollars each year, while the cost of attending a private college is more than double that price at over 32
Liganhome and theMore Like This
heat-death of the universe
wait with definition
I step over a sleeping
and close the bathroom door
someone stashed a bottle
of nice white wine
beneath the sink
I grip neck and head
of bottle and shower
low mutters of music
from walls away
one day I
today I am
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round ICome one and come all, raise your pen take part in this grand literary battle! There are subscriptions, points, art, features, and more to be won! You all have until February 12th to enter.More Like This
The time is nigh for the Fourth Annual Writers--club Literature Tournament!
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What Things Hide In The MistI wander through the cemetery.More Like This
It's raining, like every other time I come to visit. It's lonely and cold like the grip of death has settled over this one spot. The grass is high, reaching wispy fingers to catch the very tops of the graves, no longer cut because there is no one left who cares enough.
As I walk I run my hand across the graves and wonder who and how and why. Questions their families might not even know. I wonder how many of them even have family left, I wonder how many of them are even missed. I stop by almost every cold grey and lifeless stone and read the names mechanically inscribed there. I thought that maybe I could get a feel for them, get a sense of who they were, who they will never be again.
I sigh my breath misting out blending in with the grey. The rain trickles down through the leaves, falling unevenly like tears against my uncovered skin. I shiver wondering why I hadn't brought a jacket but I knew the answer. I want to know how they feel, the bodie
UNFORTUNATE TRUTHI am the hidden one, disguised in royal robes,More Like This
And this is my kingdom that you dwell in.
My name is anger and I have come to burn
My name is avarice and I have come to take
My name is lust and I have come to poison
My name is ego and I have come to fool
My name is attachment and I have come to bind.
You know me by so many different names
But you are ignorant of my true form.
Kneel before me, your monarch of true artistry
I can give you gold today and arsenic tomorrow.
I have built kingdoms and burnt others to the ground.
It was me that spread hatred in the hearts of love
It was me that chained you to the ten directions
And it is me that your heart desires the most.
I speak the truth; it is me that you truly love.
You are a puppet at the end of a string
Swayed by the many influences I give
Everything you see is marked by my work
Without me the world you love would be no more.
This confession of a king is not without some irony
For it is also your own confession, of that I am certain.
What is Homophobia? I know homophobia. I’m only seventeen, but I know what it’s like to be hated for everything I am. I can tell you, but only in your heart. Listen to me, and let me tell you how homophobia took over my life.More Like This
Homophobia is being spit on. I know to always watch out or risk another attack. I know that no one will stand up for me today, that it will just be yesterday all over again. I know that the worst thing to do is speak up. I tried it once: they threw trash instead. So I bite my tongue and hold back the tears. I’ll cry later, after they’ve all gone home, and my mom still hasn’t come to pick me up. I’ll cry in the empty bathroom until she comes; and I’ll go home, fall in my bed, and cry some more. I’ll cry alone as I peel the gum wrappers off of my dress. I’ll cry alone for years because there is no one else to
Confessions of a King Literature ContestOur prose and poetry contest is now underway! The theme was picked by our members and you can win hundreds of dA Points, art, literature, and features! There are just under two weeks left to enter.More Like This
Confessions of a King
Poetry or prose
There is no minimum length requirement for prose or poetry, but prose submissions should not exceed 7,000 words.
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