Another Pretty One That's Out of Reach

I once heard a funny simplification of the difference between a Democrat and Republican. “A Democrat wants to be able to fuck anyone they want in any way, shape or form while a Republican wants to be able to charge you any price he wants for any product or service.”

Ok, so I am what you'd call a socially progressive/fiscally conservative type. What the hell does that mean? It means that “I don't care what you do in your backyard as long as you don't spill it into mine” and “I'm a cheap Yankee New England skinflint and stop eyeing my money!”

You want to rape sheep in your cellar? Great! Rape them all! Just don't expect me to join you and don't pester me to accompany you. I also expect the same favor returned to me. Please don't disturb me with what I may do in my cellar either!

I will leave.you.alone, if you leave.me.alone.

As far as fiscal conservatism goes, this is how I define it. Keep your goddamn greedy hands away from my pile of cash. I abhor tyranny in any form including any State power that wishes to tax me to death AND any private, market based entity that would love to monopolize and corner the market...and me...into paying whatever price they set for their goods. The worst of both worlds would be being taxed to death on a product I need that's wholly owned and controlled by Pfizer, who sets the retail price 1,400% above cost, because they can.

Of course, like many other people, my stance on issues can waver on the left/right scale depending on how I view them. Add to that is the ability to understand “shades of gray” and not that soft core porn movie about sado-masochism (which by the way, I don't care if you engage in). It's 2015,

whatever you can do to have a good time, get on with it, so long as it doesn't cause a murder.

There's a girl, half my age of course, who I've been eyeing from time to time. God love 25 year olds! They're all beautiful! Anyway I eye her with no real attempts at wheedling my way into her world. I'm just sniffing around, seeing what she's about and such. However, it's always sort of a shock when you find out some fact about someone that floors you and proves your initial analysis was way the fuck off.

She's blond, adorably cute, shy and soft spoken with big clear eyes. I learned, from her body language, that she's a bit uncomfortable around men though. I surmised that was from her lack of experience and attendant absence of confidence. So what, that made her even more attractive.

Well, I was half right about her lack of experience being stemming from just shyness. She was modest and cool due to her being a bit religious that caused her to be slightly distressed. Well, slightly more than a “bit religious.”

“Bob Jones? Bob Jones University? You went to Bob Jones?!” I say, trying like hell to stifle my shock and revulsion.

To look at her, you'd never think she ever went to an indoctrination camp like that. She seemed far too cute, seemed too “normal” from her white bread appearance. I then realized too, that she'd never allow any guy to touch her unless a ring was placed upon her finger...and one from a faithful Christian man to boot. This explained a lot about her behavior and her reaction to men. Hell, if she knew what I was doing at 14...she'd think I was the Demon Pazzuzu and she'd hold a cross to me. It ain't in any shape or form “going to happen” for me.

If she knew me well. This is how I'd look to her...Pazuzzu

I don't care whether you profess to believe in one religion or another. What will set my internal smoke detector to scream LOUD is when I come across anyone who is extreme far left or far right in their views. When you become rigid and intractable in your views, I see mental illness...no joke, I do! The world is far too complex to be simplified down to such positions. Hence my belief in “shades of gray.”

Bob Jones U. is a right wing, Christian Fundamentalist training camp, in my view anyway. I don't suspect all the kids that go there are Soldiers for Christ, hellbent on saving the world as many of them, in their hearts, are good people...but the shit they believe in is a bit too inflexible for me. Here's a bit about Bob Jones from Wikipedia:

“Strict rules govern student life at BJU. Some of these are based directly on the university's interpretation of the Bible. For instance, the 2011–12 Student Handbook states, "Students are to avoid any types of entertainment that could be considered immodest or that contain profanity, scatological realism, sexual perversion, erotic realism, lurid violence, occultism and false philosophical or religious assumptions." Grounds for immediate dismissal include stealing, immorality (including sexual relations between unmarried students), possession of hard-core pornography, use of alcohol or drugs, and participating in a public demonstration for a cause the university opposes. Similar "moral failures" are grounds for terminating the employment of faculty and staff. In 1998, a homosexual alumnus was threatened with arrest if he visited the campus.”

According to Bob Jones's Student Handbook, I've violated every rule before I was 15. I did it with zeal and passion. I fully chewed, swallowed and digested some pretty heavy SINS at that age.

Bob Jones reminds me of this.

SS-Junkerschule Bad Tölz, Nicely "Following Orders!"

"The officer candidates had to meet stringent requirements before being allowed into the officer schools; All SS officers had to be a minimum height of 5 foot 10 inches (5 ft 11" for the Leibstandarte) and had to serve for at least six months to a year in the ranks prior to being considered for a place at the SS-Junkerschule. Typically, a Waffen-SS member reaching the rank of Rottenführer could choose either to embark on the career path of an SS-non-commissioned officer or could apply to join the officer corps of the Waffen-SS. If choosing the latter, he was required to obtain a written recommendation from their commander and undergo a racial and political screening process to determine eligibility for commission as an SS officer."

Ah well, I guess I'm too much of a reprobate, in dire need of salvation, for her to even consider giving me head. Ha! I had to put that in! Anyway, my idea of a Sunday isn't to sit and adore a statue of Christ while blindly following political beliefs someone else has decided upon. I will decide that for myself. 

I will say this though, those who are in the trenches for the Social Mission of the Church have my respect. Faith without Works is meaningless to me. I think of ArchBishiop Romero in El Salvador, a champion of the poor, who was gunned down while delivering a sermon in his church by gov't troops. Or those Ursuline nuns who were done in the same way. That's courage. That's living like Christ daily.

That I can admire. Perhaps the cute one I know can become that?