Some good information here, despite the apologist tripe of “distorting the message” of Islam. It’s pretty clear that Islam is not a religion of peace and, at its core, is seeking total world domination through conversion and genocide. Might sound alarmist and not entirely probable, but it’s where this religion’s head is at. And it’s nice to see that the intelligent person can glean from this video the point of promising people an afterlife following death is akin to writing a blank check for wholesale destruction in this world — so long as you slap a God tag on it. Life is cheap when you’re chasing after an imaginary life following your earthly existence and history’s rivers run red with this fact. What are the laws of man to these people when they believe that the laws of their god supersede them? Clearly, the law is, at best, an arbitrary guideline easily ignored by the true believers as the events of 9/11 should have well clarified. If the point wasn’t clear enough then, it will become far more apparent in the coming years. During commercial breaks, perhaps?

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Sometimes, a man simply doesn’t have the most eloquent words at his disposal when trying to make a sincere and haphazard point. This might be especially true when a man attempts to talk about the opposite sex and their hasty oversight of him. Let’s face it. Sometimes you just gotta stop yapping and grab the gusto when the situation calls for it. Or you can just be a passive aggressive slob and throw it on Craigslist in hopes that at least one beer-drenched yahoo will nod his head furiously in agreement — and then do an equal amount of nothing. There’s brotherhood in that… I suppose. And maybe there’s an impulse to point out to these emotional 12-year-olds where their logic flaws lay — to save the drowning puppy — but they won’t listen and it would take away from audience spectacle enjoyment. And who doesn’t love a spectacle? – MGP

you were walking – m4w – 29 (burlington)

you were walking
our eyes meet
i made a u turn
i pulled up by you
i asked for directions to break the ice
then i made a move
i asked were you were going so late
i asked did you have a man
ummm theres the problem
oh well
at least i talked to a sexy women on the street of burlington
long hair and pretty eyes with a sexy body
hope he treats you better than what you said
maybe you didnt loose my number and ill cook for you
or go out and wine and dine

to all the other sexy women in burlington
stop being so stuck up
some of men talk a differ why
stop thinking its going to happen like it does on tv
lets be real
dont look into my brown eyes if you donnt want me to talk to you
most men look at your chest first eyes second
i want to look at your pretty eyes first
then explore your mind
first
bye

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Sarah B writes: If you walked by the building at 6118 – 6122 California Street today, you wouldn’t think much of it. It’s a fairly new, modern looking building with smooth concrete out front and warm colors on its facade. But look more closely and you might begin to realize something is awry… There’s a reason for these strange behaviors at this non-descript building. It used to be home to Anton Szandor LaVey, the founder and original High Priest of the Church of Satan…

Unknown writes: Anton LaVey, a high priest of the Church of Satan, is another example when baldness is a matter of style, or rather personal beliefs…

A.W. Berry writes: Satanism and home schooling go hand in hand according to High Priestess Blanche Barton of the official Church of Satan founded by Anton LaVay [sic]. According to the High Priestess and practitioners of her Church, hereafter referred to as Satanists, home schooling closely aligns itself with the values believed in by Satanists. In particular home schooling reflects an adversity to homogeneous thinking and learning that some Satanists don’t approve of…

Transylvania Gentlemen writes: Anton LaVey, founder of the Church of Satan and an all-around swell guy, was vehemently opposed to the passage of time. He wrote a very compelling essay entitled “What’s New?” in which he opined that most people actually die from newness…

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Very. Very. Creepy.

i thought
Date: 2010-06-03, 6:27AM EDT

i loved u but realy found out i didnt like you but i am willing to get along if u are whos the adult here i dont need any more headcases messing with me i am the smartest person i know not saying thoes who surround me are stupid but realy when i get my man hood back no one will run over me again!!!

Greers laundry . Black ford f 150 – m4w (Dorset st)
Date: 2010-05-30, 10:56PM EDT

Short cute brown hair red sweatshirt jean shorts greenish shirt under sweatshirt and tiny and driving a black ford f150 extended cab with carseat with pink around the outside of it. Here’s lookin to talk to u” I was outside when u were smoking a cigerette ‘ what was I wearing or driving so I know it’s u. I’ll be waiting

walking your feline at the C Jam! Wow – m4w – 36 (Burlington)
Date: 2010-04-24, 6:22PM EDT

WOW! I saw you in the parking lot of the “Clam Jam” bar and grill…From the moment I saw you strutting around the clam jam with your beautiful cat in leash I was taken off my feet. Oh lady from N.J. with two husbands that walks her cat on a leash…I saw the pain from the tears from “Boots” getting his little outfit in a ruckus…Oh lady it made little “streaks” thru the mascara you dawned that evening…oh the white spandex and poufy fur collared coat…but you looked so good too (I was talking about your cat) but…if your the one…if you use the word “feclemfpt’ed” when “booties” got his mane wet then your her! If your reading this…know this. I can take care of you and Boots better than your other husbands…I may not be just like TJ Ramrod or Biff Gristle,(not to name names, uggghmm) nor do I have the money to bath in Drakaar (yet)…but my flat is your flat…and some day…with a little faith (and some sort of scheme) I too can become as bottomless and empty as you…someday we can strut around…The clam jam our palace, boots in hand, together…as one we walk with no feclemfpting just you, me & boots…!

Ps:You were waiting on your husbands to pay the bill so you went to take your cat for a walk on his leash! You were traveling in a Lexus or a Prius or one of those “us’s” cars…with NJ plates…BTW, if you are reading this and you think this is you…please respond…lol…seriously! Oh lady of the white spandex driving with Biff Gristle and T.J. Ramrod in one of those “us’es” cars with N.J. plates that wears cloths that accentuate your unparalleled quest for money! Write me…

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Sometimes, Burlington is funny…

you pissed in my parking lot – m4w (j-town)
Date: 2010-05-16, 2:00PM EDT

You were drunk and crying with a bunch of friends in my parking lot late at night a few months ago. I was drunk and smoking a cigarette on my balcony. You noticed me and then proceeded to drop your pants and piss in my parking lot while looking at me and screaming about your coochy and asking if i wanted it. I asked if you wanted some toilet paper or maybe some wine. Your friends laughed at me but I decided it was a good idea to give you both wine and toilet paper. I than gave you a hug and you and your wasted ass friends went off on your way. Your urine stain was in my parking lot until the ice melted last month.

You are a keeper.

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So, Peter Steele is, purportedly, quite dead. (Have no idea who he is? Click here if you need to.) And my lack of surprise is about on par with my lack of being affected by it. That is to say not at all. But I understand a number of you (especially if you are female and in your 30s) thought the world of the guy, so I’ll be nice.

Oh, wait. No, I won’t.

I’ve never really been a legitimate fan of Type O Negative, and only thought a little more of their precursor, Carnivore. Thought the first Type O album was fun for a very short time when it was current, but it seemed so disposable once the gimmick wore off. I was in college radio at the time, both as a DJ and Metal Director, and Roadrunner practically jammed this band down everyone’s throats. Must have been the naughty words. Bloody Kisses was, in my opinion, the best album they ever did but I’ve honestly had no desire to hear even that album in about a decade — and I’m certainly not going to feverishly drag it out for the first time in 10 years like a number of you people did when Michael Jackson died and you were magically endowed with the mantle of Super Fan, playing his records into the ground. The other Type O albums never seemed to come anywhere near Studio Album Number Two, and, thus, weren’t the least bit interesting to me. I might own a promo CD of World Coming Down but I have no idea if I’d even listened to it more than once. My iTunes player shows its ripped counterpart as “never played.” Couldn’t even remember a single lyric or melody from it. Long story short, Type O Negative is not on my music enjoyment radar.

As a self-respecting human being (and a Satanist), I find no really inspiring aspects of Steele’s former life. As a matter of extremely obvious fact, I can think of a whole bunch of the opposite. He was a self-loathing, drug abusing, mentally ill ex-con who ran to Jesus at the end of it all. His destructive lifestyle flew in the face of the rational self-interest and personal responsibility of not only Satanism but any sane and mature outlook. I know he had great big muscles that drove all of you Goth-ish gals crazy, but given the mess that was this individual’s existence, it’s fair to say that the outside didn’t really match the inside. Compensation issues? Maybe a couple. Of course, I also realize that the wounded puppy routine turns some of you on, so have at the crying masturbation sessions and leave me out of your nonsense. Yeah, you too, Facebook.

Heart failure at 48? Toxicology report, please.

Yes, he had some amount of underground fame. That’s nice. Thoroughly shitty bands and “artists” get signed to major labels all the time and even have lasting popularity. (Type O slid in the back door of the Warner buyout of Roadrunner in 2006, but that almost doesn’t count.) Giving such a status any more credence than it deserves is desperate at best, obsessive at worst. Put in more exact language for those in the cheap seats, many music fans make a whole lot of lame excuses for their idols. They conveniently overlook their fixation’s excessively detestable qualities — the same qualities they condemn in those around them, yet give Mr. Rock Star a free pass on. If you’re no longer an adolescent, then spare me the backpedal. Regardless of fame, fortune, looks or “scene cred,” you’re all subject to the same scrutiny. Or, as Miss Rand said, “Judge — and prepare to be judged.” So, you’ll no doubt pardon me if I refuse to drink what’s in your cup.

I’m not glad he’s dead. I’m not happy or sad. I’m not mourning my lost youth through the death of some dude with a guitar. I don’t feel anything for someone I don’t know and would never want to have anywhere near my personal life. And I’m certainly not in need of some ideological escape clause to laud the lives of certain wastrels simply because they’re “in a band.” Sure, you can like the band and detest the band members. If you can get past the “I hate myself” lyrics and the cringeworthy interviews. And in the last 25 years of heavy music, that, in and of itself, is quite a feat.

It’s moments like this when I am utterly ecstatic about being a grown-up. And, better still, not dead. Unlike some people.

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Sorry. All out.

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I love my sweet, lovely, knee-jerk, over-reactive, begging-for-attention little city of Burlington. It’s like a screaming toddler who imagines it’s had its pacifier yanked out of its adorable mouth over and over and over and over and…

“Camel Toe” on Pearl St.
(Parking lot of Spectrum)
Date: 2010-03-09, 1:57PM EST

To the dude that thought it would be funny, helpful, or just mean to let me know how my crotch happened to look at that moment:

Those aren’t the only three motives, but nice guesses. Though, even sticking with those above, which one is which would probably depend a great deal upon how attractive (or, conversely, unattractive) this gal is. All of Nature operates on a hierarchy dictated primarily by physical (and, secondarily, non-physical) appearance — that is, sex, sentiment, success, etc. — and so do “dude”s who yell things while passing in public. She’s overthinking this one by not thinking at all. Sounds like a contradiction, I know. Much like the remainder of this whinefest. The difference is that I’m right. Let’s move on…

Yes, I know what “camel toe” means… do you know what “misogyny” means??

Any woman who makes this statement really has no clue as to the nature of men. At all. Hasn’t even tried, even for an outsider. But, there certainly is a whole lot of anger here. A suspicious amount of it. And to equate a pretty innocuous nickname for a lady’s privates to the complete hatred of an entire gender is, shall we say, a bit silly. And revealing. If that revelation is a mystery to this woman, then you can add stupid to the list as well.

Its a little like racism (which you surely know what that feels like) but more subtle, and with more cultural permission.

So, let’s follow. We start with camel toe, then we take a massive leap to misogyny, and then take a friggin’ rocket ship to Planet Racism? Really? Who knew that a simple vagina could stir up such vitriol and spite? To wit: there was slavery, there was the Holocaust, and then there was this woman’s pussy of great cultural and historic importance. Once again, the “dude” in question is not thinking of ANY of this, disappointing and ego-shattering as that might seem to some.

So, as a parting question to you: any idea how often I have to witness a man’s junk outlined in HIS pants?????? (hint: the number encompasses MY ENTIRE LIFE: DAILY).

And no doubt looking for it? I’m thinking that this posting is my very first instance in my 41 years of life that I’ve ever thought about my or someone else’s cock outline being visible. Funny, but it just doesn’t come up, either on my own or at any of the women-hating organizational meetings that we ALL attend. (Insert sarcasm emoticon here.) And SIX question marks? They speak volumes, believe me. Each is a signpost leading to this nitwit’s astounding lack of even a basic insight into those possessing the dreaded XY chromo-combo.

So, if I’m to understand your not-so-subtle-subtlety, its perfectly OK for a sack to be visible, but my/a woman’s junk: “eeek, unacceptable!!”

Anyway, thanks for the extra humiliation this morning.

News flash: Men couldn’t care less if you notice their “junk” or make references to it… unless it’s an invitation to sex. If it isn’t, it is of no concern, including an in-depth compare/contrast between genitalia and its deeper implications of social acceptability. Safe to say that they don’t teach that painful fact in community college-level “women’s studies” courses. But, if you’re in the mood for learning, grab a dictionary and look up the word, “pragmatism.” It’s a good starting point.

And thanks for your special interest in my lady-parts… I’m flattered.

No, sweetie. You’re just wanting attention in a way that is the furthest thing from hearing the same comment and not reacting as if insecure and obsessed. You want to wave a ludicrously giant flag for all to see, one that clearly intends to impress and inform but inadvertently screams defeat. People say lewd or unflattering things to total and near-strangers every day, and what’s between your legs does not entitle you to exemption. You get to join the rest of us on Earth who know that controlling other people’s language and expression through same not only isn’t acceptable but isn’t even achievable in any realistic sense. I can only imagine how powerless you must feel in the face of that bothersome fact. And that everyone’s looking at your vag. Okay, everything but that last part.

Oh, and the release of the iPad today has absolutely nothing to do with your naughty bits.

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Soren Mohd Noor writes: I noticed that in most articles I read, the writers will only discuss about death in a scientific or religious point of view, but, what about atheism and Satanism? Don’t they get to speak too? Well, most scientists are atheists, so we can consider that atheists think about death in a scientific way. Satanic beliefs? What about that? Yes, Satanism isn’t well accepted anywhere in the world, but I’d really like to know what Satanists believe in. I searched the whole World Wide Web, found nothing much, but if there is a way to find out, that’s by reading The Satanic Bible by Anton LaVey…

Joe C. writes: There has been something new that I have found interesting… very interesting. Not to scare anyone, but it is Satanism. To me, it is very appealing. To those who aren’t too familiar with it, Satanism is not a religion in where an individual worships Lucifer, but where an individual worships themselves and takes responsibility in one’s own actions; unlike Christianity, where they have you blame the devil for your bad behaviors. Once I get my check, I plan to buy Satanic Scriptures by Peter H. Gilmore.

Sam writes: I met a wonderful Satanist today. Jen, Steven, and I went sharing on campus, and we struck up a conversation with David– a card-carrying Satanist… He was kind, intelligent, amiable, articulate, rational, respectful, and really sweet to his girlfriend… A lot of the time, I act like a Satanist. Caring primarily for your own well being?… I wonder how many people out there are Satanists and don’t even know it.

vjack writes: In a way, it makes sense to think of a Satanist as an atheist who is intensely anti-theistic and has embraced the power of confrontational imagery and ritual. The Satanist has embraced the power of symbolism, aesthetics, confrontational imagery, and ritual. While many atheists bristle at the very idea of ritual, the Satanist has recognized that many people seek the community and ritualism offered by organized religion. Rather than encouraging people to simply ignore these needs, Satanists provide an alternative. Could there be lessons here for atheists?

GoldenPigsy writes: And really, the strangest thing about Aranza’s insistence that he can actually hear backwards messages on albums where clearly none exist is his even greater insistence that everybody else can hear them too… And did you know that The Eagles’ “Hotel California” is actually about Anton LaVey’s founding the Satanic Church? According to Aranza, “Yes, Satan organized his own religion” is a back-masked message on the song. One wonders if he realizes that among the Church of Satan’s core tenants is materialism. LaVey brand Satanists are many things, often, but actual Devil-worship cannot be counted among their peculiarities and iniquities, because they don’t actually believe in the Devil’s existence.

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