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November 27 You're Already Dead - Crass (leaflet)PUNK, doo wah, or do what? Either way it's become a part of the grand social circus. Dancemusic for dickheads, or a genuine expression of our anger and our despair? There's such a fine line between that which simply adds to the plastic crap that engulf's our lives and that which offers vision, hope, dignity and a FUTURE. Can you tell the difference? We're sold down the line by the music-press, the music business and, worst of all, the bands themselves. We've heard it all before, revolution at our back door and YES it has happened all over again. So many people mouthing the words, but how many of them really care? It's easy to appear radical in the pages of Sounds, but in the book that is our life it's not so easy. Punk as become derivatve, escapist and generally BORING. We don't want rock stars. We don't want glossy photos of our favourite hero. WE WANT LIFE AND WON'T SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS. The future is ours if we ar prepared to FIGHT FOR IT. Was punk ever a protest? WAs it ever much more than another escape route? Six years ago we were offered a deal with a large company; deep-pile carpets, deep-pile shit. The arsehole who ran the company actually had the nerve to tell us that he could "market revoluion". Just another ceap productfor the consumer's head. He'd "make our anger into a commodity", the "protest package". We told him to grow up and he told us that we'd never make it" without him. MAKE WHAT? A sleezy office in Mayfair? Full page interviews in NME? Since that time he has gone on to manage Culture Club. Is THAT making it? It's certainly plastic enough, empty, shallow, odious AND PROFITABLE enough. So, he and they have MADE it, like all the other scum who think that money and fame are a measure of life'ccess. For fucks sake, THERE IS LIFE BEYOND CONSUMERISM, BEYOND PRODUCT AND BEYOND THE PLASTIC. To find that life, we have to search hard within ourselves and whn we find that light, be prepared to fight for the right to keep it alight. written by Crass. (sorry if there are any typos; MSN Live is a piece of junk) November 25 Fall Back Down - RancidThis song means a lot right now- it's gettin me by. Is good. Check the original post to see the video. Fall Back Down - Rancid Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright Got my enemies crossed out in my sight I take a bad situation gonna make it right In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light You see it's our style to keep it true I've had a bad year, a lot to go through I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue She's not the one coming back for you She's not the one coming back for you If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend [x2] It takes disaster to learn a lesson You're gonna make it through the darkest night Some people betray one and cause treason We're gonna make everything alright Well the worst of times, now, they don't phase me Even if I look and act really crazy I went way down, she betrayed me Now my vision is no longer hazy I'm very lucky to have my crew They stood by me when she flew I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue She's not the one coming back for you She's not the one coming back for you If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend [x4] Big A Little a - CrassBig A Little a Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're they only you November 13 The WorkplaceAhoy. Lately I've been thinking of something. Something so drastic, it could possibly lead to me getting a shitload of hate-mail if taken the wrong way. My thoughts?: It's my choice to shave my head into a mohawk. It's my choice to want to have tattooes, etc. Unfortunately, the Workplace doesn't want their employees to be "free-radicals" because it's supposed to be a professional atmosphere. My choice is completely trumped by their rules... yet people who support, and give into, abortion can still get a job. Yeah. That's right. I said it. I think that everyone who has ever been turned down for a position because they decided to do something creative with their hair or bodies should band together to change the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, to add Discrimination Against Body Style or Choice to the list of Discriminations. It sounds futile, but think about it: why should my hair or body determine the effort I put into my work? It IS discrimination, and if you deny that, pull the fackin' wool off your eyes. Because apparently you can still hire murderers. FIN. November 12 You are, and that's all you'll ever be.Why do we let these people run our lives? Dress like them, act like them, be them. Where's the individuality, the creativity? Non-existant; stashed away so that the masses can feel like they belong to something larger- to be accepted. It's these trends that destroy people and their will to delve into creating their own person. "Is my hair okay? What about my clothes? My shoes?" I know first-hand what it's like to see someone, already so beautiful, be destroyed with this new culture. Have you people no shame? No- why? Because the Idols on the TV, in the media, and in music have no shame; "Let's be just like them, and then we can be popular too!" When will this rat race end? Unfortunately, never. It'll just keep on rolling, crushing those who do not conform to its standards beneath it. Where is the youth today? The Youth who will inherit this world? 30 years ago, the youth were a large influence- look at the Punk movement. The youth at the time had the Wigs upstairs listening, because they were afraid of us. Now they have found the Youth's weakness: Slap a pretty, teenage model in a TV show, or in some other form of media, giving into the trends and the garb; it's too bad the lot of you can't see the leash (the NOOSE is more like it..) around your necks; leading you along, commanding what you do. Come on! We have the teeth, but where's the bite? Where are the youth, that when the government would blunder, would rise up and want to fight? They're extinct, that's where they went. Where's the promise that we can fight for a better world? It's gone, and it's been replaced with music urging the people to give into debauchery. Over the past century, revolutionaries who would later become regarded as heroes gave their lives to improve the world- and now we fail to continue their works. Sex, drugs, etc.. all by 12. The morality is gone. The world is slowly going into decline. The Youth of Today is screwed. KILL YOUR IDOLS. Anarchy is Freedom. November 08 Tired.Hey hey! Not much to write about- just wishing my Skye would be ungrounded soon. I'd kill to see her again, and more than a once-a-week-basis. I miss you (  ). Anyways, check this vid. "This is for the misfits, the freaks, and the runts. F*ck the motherf*cking backstabbing c*nts!" I love you, Skye. -Mike. November 07 My Thoughts on the ChurchHey hey. Now, this is not meant to be an all-out attack on any religion or any belief system that you, the reader, may have. It's just a point to ponder that I thought of a couple days ago, and wished to elaborate on. These are my thoughts, and have not been influenced in any way to reflect anyone else's. It's a short thought, and to the point: All around the world we have water. It's a naturally-occuring substance within our world. For thousands of years, entire civilizations were built upon the location of water, relative to their location; and what more, it was absolutely Free. You could go to the river, lake, stream, watering-hole, what-have-you and indulge in this natural life-supporting liquid. And what are we doing today? We bottle it. We bottle the water, and we slap a price on it. What once was available, for free, to every living being on this planet is now being marketed as a product. Now, what about the Church? There's something to think about. If you think you know what I'm asking, feel free to comment. If you'd like me to elaborate, say the word. - Mike November 06 Ode to Anarchy, Sweet LibertyMy Thoughts on the Title: Nah man, you think you're free? The sweetest Liberation is through Anarchy.. We kill ourselves, protecting the invisible borders We restrain ourselves upholding that Law and Order And what are we to those running this show? Absolutely Nothing. So, good luck believing in your freedom because I've found the ultimate liberation.. Anarchy. November 04 Punk!EH! So, after my stint into reggae music and the what-not, I've finally returned to where I feel comfortable: PUNK. I can't believe I ever left you, my lovely music-stuff. Never again shall we be apart! Muahahahahahahaha! Seriously though. Be a dear and fill this poll out: <!-- Begin Poll4You.com Html Code --> September 15 Bored.Irie Jah!
Okay, so I'm just going to get a blog up here quickly before noon, and then I'm going to try getting ahead in Religious Studies, do some laundry, etc. Lately I've been thinking about getting back to the gym. Oh yes, there was actually a time when I was getting as fit as a flippin' ox, then I stopped going, and now I'm back to where I am. Now that I've actually got a lot of open time, before class and days when I don't have class, I shouldn't have a problem hauling my ass down there. Only problem, is that I don't like going there when there are other people there.. not sure why, but it seems everyone else feels the same (  ).Middle Lake freshie was alright. Just kinda sad how the general populace there was comprised of drug dealers. Shitson, THAT was interesting *rolls eyes*. Luckily for me, this week should go by smooth- made plans to hang out with Skye again this weekend (Friday and possibly Saturday).. seriously, she's the only thing that makes going through this school stuff easier. Thank you (  ). Next week we start having Geography labs in the morning at 9.. so therefore another day I have to wake up early (have to wake up early on Wednesday as well for a full day of school). Also, I found out that the guys up at Paintball Paradise can fix my 2 broken paintball markers.. so, if you ever want to come out paintballing sometime, but don't have a marker, I can lend you one. I'm thinking of buying another 9oz CO2 tank, and another mask.. that way if someone wanted to come out with us, I could just rent it to them and make a quick buck. Anyways, it's now lunchtime, so I'm going to wrap it up here. But, I'd like to end by saying: I think I'm truly, madly, deeply, completely, positively, insanely, in love (o.o)- and that's all you need to know ( ).Respect, star. September 12 Today's Movies Suck..Irie Jah, Really, they do. It seems as if Hollywood is scraping the bottom of the theoretical "Idea-pot", trying to come up with that one, great, epic movie. Sadly, my lack of funds keeps me back from flexing my "creativity" muscle by adding my own touch to the movie-biz. I mean, some of the stuff that goes on in my head sometimes could prove to be beneficial for making that Top of the Genre horror movie. In this blog, I welcome you to the twisted realms that lie beyond my skull, within the darkest regions of my brain. My first idea, which wouldn't actually require too much Coin to put together, is called "Horrific Medley". It will be a grisly documentation of a man's slow, horrific, descent into disturbing insanity. The whole movie will be set to classical music- one example of a song that I plan on using would be Mozart's "Ave Maria". The movie starts out showing someone resembling an Edgar Allan Poe nature, sitting alone, staring forward, blankly. The camera zooms in on his left eye (our right). The scene fades into a red-filter, in which would then play one of his grotesque nightmares. A figure is apparently in great pain, obviously screaming. Blood is soaking this figure (sort of reminiscent of the scene from "Carrie", when the character from the title is being drenched with pig's blood), all the while tearing chunks of flesh off of themself. This effect will be accomplished by using bread-dough with some makeup and other additives to resemble actual flesh. A sudden jolt of the man's mind takes you into a dungeon, possibly located in the man's basement. He has another person crudely restrained to a table. He then proceeds to butcher this person, while they are still alive. He cuts away at the person with a scalpal, and eventually disembowels the poor fellow, while he has a somewhat twisted intimate moment with the man's intestines. Once again, a very easy effect to achieve (panty-hose soaked in fake blood, which are stuffed with either newspapers or leaves). I'm going to stop explaining here, because if the chance were ever to arise to actually create this monstrosity... what surprises would there be left? All I know, is that it would be almost like the movie "Jacob's Ladder", except focussing more on the man's descent into his own horrific mind, and showcasing his hallucinations as well as his actions. My second idea, would be an Action/Horror movie, set within the final years of World War 2, in Germany. It would showcase a group of Devil's Brigade soldiers (early special forces made up of members from the Allied nations), who are sent deep into Germany to assault an enemy laboratory suspected of designing secret weapons. Upon arrival, the group of soldiers notices that the lab appears to already have been raided. They enter anyways, and find the place to be a horrific scene of blood, bullet holes, and human remains. From the basement, they hear some calls for help. They find a lone scientist locked up in a holding cell. He explains to the soldiers that the German's are afraid of losing the war, and are running short of man-power... so they've began experimenting with reanimating corpses in an attempt to create the new "Super Weapon". All in all, this movie would be your typical zombie-survival movie. The soldiers gather as much information as they can and begin to head back to their HQ, when they are suddenly overran with ranks of the undead. They hole up in the laboratory while trying to find a way out of the area. At the end of the movie, the nuclear explosion at Hiroshima is shown- and it is stated that the nuclear attack on Japan was only a great diversion, so that people wouldn't find out about what happened within the final days of the Third Reich. Although the dates don't exactly match up, and there is a slight Time Paradox, it could be done. For all we know, the governement could have told us that the war was over in Europe, when really it had just begun against another enemy- the Undead. Just imagine. If people were to watch my movies, the general population would be sporting straight-jackets for the rest of their lives. So, now you know what goes on in my head... but really, today's movies suck. Especially in the horror genre; it's the same regurgitated crap over and over and over and over again. Honestly, there are atleast 3 movies where if the character screams whilst in the presence of the antagonist, they die. "Darkness Falls", "Dead Silence", and I'm sure there's another one. Atleast my movies would toy with the human psyche, and make them ponder the human condition, and make them question if it is possible for a human mind to operate as such (atleast in the case of the first movie premise). George Romero, if you're reading this... your #1 fan hath spoken. Make him happy. Respect, star. September 09 I Went Back to School Today =OIrie-irie, star! I went back to the High School today for the first time since I left it, and it felt so comfortable.. almost as if I was back home after a long time away. I got to see some of my old teachers again, and some people I haven't seen over summer. It felt so right. Once again, not too much to write about today. I have a lot of reading I'm going to do for Religious Studies- tomorrow I begin Psychology, Sociology, and English, starting at 9 in the morning, ending at 7 in the evening. FIRETRUCK! Also, I'll be heading over to Middle Lake for guitar tonight- so last night I asked Skye if she'd want to maybe go to the cafe. She said sure, so that's pretty sweet. And finally, why do people feel the urge to vote NDP? I mean, they're National Socialists! What's that shortened, and in German? Nazis. Yes, if you vote NDP you're basically voting for Hitler. Don't believe me? Look into it then. Sorry about the political rant, but I mean, with a federal election coming up it's one of the things on my mind. This boy's voting Green, that's for sure. Also, I was talking to my friend last night, and she says she doesn't think she'll vote because she hasn't had much info on each party's platform. If this is the case for you dear reader (and Anne, if you be reading this, here's the site I was telling you about): http://www.ctv.ca/mini/election2004/static/issues/issues.html I'm not trying to force anyone to vote if they don't want to, but I'm just getting the info out there for the people who want to know what each party stands for. One love. Respect, star. September 08 It Makes Me Want to Hurl. Seriously.Irie, star. September 06 ...I've hit a rut- but I'll get over it eventually, all I need is time. Lost words and lost actions are all I've amounted to. My God, she was beautiful last night, and me being myself... didn't say anything. If you're reading this off Facebook right now, I'd suggest going to the original post on my blog to check the video I posted; sums a lot up right now. Respect, star. SkyeNuh Irie, star.. Tonight, I have a sinking feeling- and I just can't stop blaming myself for it. I just thought I'd explain it the best I could without much explanation. I get nervous around her. I'm afraid that I'll say something wrong, or "Mike-ish" and scare her off. Unfortunately, this only led me to not say anything, and the stuff I did ask her about has left me beating my head for being so.. I don't know. I would have gladly hung out more with her tonight, but I was up late the night before, so it's hard enough for me to keep myself awake- that, and I took her home because I thought I was boring the hell out of her. When I did take her home, I took the really long way around just so I could spend a couple extra minutes with her. I screwed up. Again. If you're reading this, I'll understand if you never want to hang out with me again. I'm not even going to try making any excuses anymore. I'm a bore. I don't deserve someone like you. I screwed up. Again. It's just that.. I don't know what to do- I just don't want to lose her. As corny as this whole blog is, I don't care. I want you all to know.. This is the girl I've had stuck in my head for about the past 2 weeks, and her name is the only name that crosses it every minute. I don't know what to do... Respect, star. September 04 Poli-tricks PART DEUXIrie star! Okay. So I'm an official Green Party of Canada convert. Oh yes- if you don't know anything about them, I suggest you look into them. If you're tired of the same old Conservative, NDP, or Liberal agendas, then I'm seriously suggesting you check out the Green Part of Canada. Sure, they want to impose a Carbon Tax, something I hate very much, but in order to balance that all the other taxes either get cut drastically or altogether. Nice. Not too much to really write about on this topic- but please, every time you check them out, you save an innocent puppy (  ). From what? Well, you probably don't want to know.. but to avoid the unthinkable, just check the Green Party out ( )! Today I started my very first University class: Religious Studies. All I can say, is that I think this class is going to be epically sweet. How do I know this? We already have a field trip planned out (  ). Yup, to a Sikh temple in Saskatoon. Not going to lie, but I'm tres excited! Last night when the power went out, I sat down with a flashlight and literally devoured my textbook for the class. I know I'm going to love it. And the prof is pretty extreme. Funny guy- gonna make the year so much easier. That's about all I had to write about. I get to hang out with Skye tomorrow, so that's pretty kick-ass. Not just pretty- VERY. EXTREMELY. VERY EPICALLY EXTREMELY KICK ASS ( ). Anyways, I'm out for now. One love. Respect, star. Green Party of Canada - Seriously, check them out. -Mike September 02 Poli-tricksIrie, star! So, if you be from Canada you are probably aware that we are on the verge of a fall federal election. Sure, one could look at it optimistically and say "We cannot move forward without change". Unfortunately the way I see it is a bit different: coming from a farming community, and knowing what the Federal Conservatives have done, and have been trying to do to the CWB (Canadian Wheat Board) is disheartening. I mean, I like the majority of their policies- such as increased funding to our Armed Forces, etc.- but to see them practically rape the land that my dad, our family, has put their sweat and blood into is what hurts the most. The Federal Conservatives have no regard for the small-time farmers. So, why not change? Because the other options have pretty much the same intent, but a different cover story. Stephane Dion's Liberals want to introduce their "green-tax", in hopes of cutting back on Canada's CO2 emissions- do you have any idea what this sort of tax would do to us farmers? We can barely scrape by on our own, and now they want to take away MORE money because they wish to combat an idea, which I personally do not believe in, called Global Warming. Don't even get me started on Jack Layton's NDP. I'm one of Canada's youth- whom they promise so much for in their agenda-, but let's be straight: look at Socialist economic policies. What are they!? I'm not sure, but I do believe I detect the scent of collective farms and a failed system of agriculture (look back at the agriculture of the USSR.) I don't know what their plans are for us farmers, so I can't actually say much about them. One party I haven't actually looked into is the Green Party. Green Party-Green Tax. Sounds similar. Similarly harmful to the majority of the residents of our province. As I said about the NDP, I'd have to look right into them before I make a 100% clear decision. As of yet, I am unsure of who I am going to vote for- heck, I might just sacrifice MY vote by writing myself on the ballot. No matter which party I look at, I see nothing but problems for the farmers of this country. It's a sad occupation though these days- most of our food is imported, thus there is a smaller need for the farmer. Although, perhaps this "green tax" proposed by the Liberals could somehow get us back to the days of the small family-operated farms that my siblings, father, and grandparents lived through. I'm just saying, I can't see any of these guys fulfilling any of my views. Sorry, Stephen, you had your run. Away from the politics. Tomorrow is Student Orientation at St. Pete's. Really, I actually have no clue what this is, other than they tell me where to be at what time, and what I'm expected to do, etc. etc. etc. Nothing more to really touch on there. As with every entry, I always try to incorporate a tune that corresponds with what I'm saying into what I write. This paragraph will hopefully try to accomplish that- what I have above is just some senseless ramblings that stuck in my mind, and I needed to get it out before my brain melted ( ).Life is a series of choices that we make. There is no predetermination, unless you know where the consequences of your choices will lead you to. No matter what you do, your choices will have some effect on the outcome your life- even just sitting around doing "nothing". Because of this, there has to be a greater reason why we're here. If you believe that we are actually just some chance-organism, lucky enough to be in a survivable environment, and the product of a Big Bang, then what is the point of your life? We were given the ability to Live- Life itself is the most powerful... tool... available to us. With our choices, which define our lives, we can help others around us, or even the entire world. Life is such a intricity, that we cannot duplicate it. Yes, we have the ability to clone- but although clones may function in a life-like manner, they have their flaws. It's a sad thought to think that in today's society, the most "civilized" nations would legalize abortion- mindlessly throwing away something in which we do not even have the power to create ourselves. Life is such an invaluable resource to the world- its power is endless. We were created for a much greater purpose- we just have to find out what our own individual purpose is. You can try making your own purpose, but your one true purpose on this planet will hit you suddenly and unexpectedly- you may not ever realize it. There is a higher power out there. This I know. Last night I watched a show on TV, I forget what it was called, but it was all about bullying in schools. These kids were talking about what it was like to be bullied throughout their school-life, and all I could think of was, "That's me." I can remember in Grade One, back when I was still on the bus, we got this new kid who was in Grade Six. At the time, I can remember that everyone was actually fairly friendly towards me. In one day.. one single day, this guy had the entire bus against me. I couldn't look forwards, back, or to the side without someone calling me gay, ugly, or fat. Besides that, I sat directly in front of this guy. To make matters worse, I can remember him constantly punching me, everywhere. Head, shoulder, arms. I was in Grade Two, and I had everyone I had grown up with suddenly turn on me. Yeah, you can say "Oh, we were just kids at the time"... but nuh.. I'm not going to take that. You can apologize all you want, even if you don't, what they did to me is still there. I was only in Grade Two and thinking thoughts that NO ONE should be thinking, EVER. You ruined my childhood. Yeah, I was faking sick a lot back then. Why? To avoid the Hell I had to sit through on that bus. Even the day after my Grandma died, I didn't even get any mercy from them. They didn't care- I was their toy, their pin-cushion. Finally, we moved into town in Grade 6 and I didn't have to ride that damned bus ever again. Unfortunately, these were the same people who happened to be on the baseball team, largely, not totally. It went from every day on the bus to something like every Tuesday and Thursday night- it was even worse because the coach was the same way to me. Man, that's gotta look pretty sweet- a 40 something year old guy treating a 12 year old kid like a piece of sh!t (I wasn't the only one he treated this way. It kind of carried over to my friend who stuck with me through all those years). That's all I want to say on that... kinda summed it up, but just so you know. You know what the sad part is though? These are the same people I see around town and at parties, and suddenly it's as if nothing happened. It happened, and I have an opinion on these people that I'll hold until the day I die. Anyways, just thought I'd throw my own story on here... the show brought up some memories. Not good ones, but atleast something to write for you. 5 years. Constantly. You know what? I'm not done yet... the really sad part is, is that eventually I started going along with what they were saying. I actually became one of them and started attacking myself. Nuh gun happen again, rasta. Nuh gun happen again. Although I have to say Thank You to these people. You made me who I am today, and I'm damn glad I didn't become the people you are. I'm the mohawked, spike-wearing, patch-clad punk wearing torn clothing and combat boots who strives to find peace among the people. I'm glad I didn't turn out normal, because to be "normal" you have to push the weaker ones under to hold up your bloody throne. Now you know. Just going to say, I find this blog-writing-thing to be almost... therapeutic. I never actually told anyone the whole story, nor how I felt about it. I just feel I needed to let it all out somewhere, and this just seemed like the right place and the right time. One love. Respect, star. FACEBOOK USERS: Remember to check out the original blog @ http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com to experience my entries to the fullest. September 01 Should IIrie, star! Not much to write about again tonight, except some stuff I forgot to mention in last night's entry. This Thursday I begin my University classes, starting off first with Religious Studies. I'm actually pretty excited for this class in particular, because it covers a topic I'm actually fairly interested in. The excitement got me thinking about the novel "Life of Pi" which we read last year in Grade 12. Interesting stuff- if you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do. Even if you don't actually have a religious belief, this book will get in your head and make you think about life/the universe in general. On the topic of Religion: if you have me as a friend on Facebook, you may have noticed that I switched my beliefs from Christian-Lutheran to Rastafarian. I know what some of you are thinking now- "Oh my God, he's smoking the weed now"- and I assure you I'm not. Just to calm the people who just shat a brick right now, I'm going to explain why I made my decision. Rastafarianism, or more respectfully "Rastafari", does not solely revolve around reggae music, weed, and Bob Marley. Instead, it's the belief that Jesus has come back throughout the history of the world reincarnate to help liberate His people, hence the status given to Haile Selassie I. Rastafari believe that Jesus came back as Haile Selassie I (pronounced as the letter, not the number- I'll explain later) to liberate Ethiopia (also, will explain the significance of this later) from the forces of evil (you must remember Haile Selassie was present at the time of the Italian invasion during the Second World War). The Rastafari belief is that Ethiopia is Zion (Heaven) on Earth. God is referred to as "Jah", or "I" (hence Haile Selassie "I"). Another belief is that God, or Jah, resides in every human being. When one refers to themselves, they say "I and I", to refer to their physical selves and their spiritual counterpart. Although I said before Rastafari is far more than just Bob Marley, that is only half so. Bob Marley was born to a mother of African descent, and a father of Anglo-Saxon descent. He is seen as an influential prophet to the Movement, because he is seen as a "bridge" between the two cultures. Marijuana, or "ganja", is seen as a spiritual herb- ALTHOUGH some followers of the Rastafari Movement choose not to use it, as they feel it clouds the mind (I'm one of these people). Rastafari is not a centralized religion, therefore the followers can choose how they wish to express or follow their beliefs, so to speak. Some may follow a strictly vegen diet, while others will follow no diet at all. Since the belief is that Jah resides in all of us, there is no need for churches- anywhere can be used as an area of praise. Basically, the followers are not bound to one set of ways to celebrate their beliefs. I'm not sure what else I was going to touch on in the paragraph above. I just want to close that paragraph up with saying that it truly is a beautiful "religion"- and should not be overlooked. It is quite interesting when one looks into it. All that remains is to say that it could be considered a branch of Christianity, like Catholocism, and Protestant churches. The Rastafari movement believes that God created all, and that Jesus is the saviour of the world. As I said, I don't know what else to write about it- I'm just writing off the top of my head. I'm sure there's more to it, but that's for you to look into. Why did I choose Rastafari? Because it parallels my beliefs. Personally, I don't see the significance of the Church itself (although I still view it with respect). If God is already in all of us, then why do we have to go to a single building to celebrate that fact? God is everywhere, therefore everywhere is a "church". It's a religion (actually called a "movement") of peace and acceptance. There is a myth that you have to be of African descent to be considered a Rasta- this is false. Anyone can be accepted into it (remember, Bob Marley was Milato). Although it is a peaceful religion (like the Amish, Buddhists, etc.) it is often attacked for taking the Bible out of context to make it say what the followers want it to say- but really, couldn't this be said for a lot of religions? Just sayin'.. Anyways, enough on religion for now! This was not an impulsive decision either. This has been a decision that has stuck with me for about 2 years now. And now, I really have nothing more to write about ( ). Mainly, I just wanted to expand on why I changed to Rastafarianism. It's not a gimmick, it's not meant to be funny. It's what I believe. One love. Respect, star. FACEBOOK USERS: Remember to check out the original blog @ http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com to experience my entries to the fullest. Oh, and Skye.. if you're reading this, you're teh awesome =} teehee. August 31 Facebook and the What-notIrie star. Waoh, almost been a week since I last posted something here- then again, I haven't had much to write about. Tonight I set my Facebook account up to accept feeds from my blog; in other words, all my entries will now appear as Notes on Facebook. If anyone is actually reading my ramblings on Facebook, you should go to the View Original Post link found at the bottom of the notes. This way, you can access the music I have added to my blog as well, as well as access other stuff that Facebook won't post. Hope you enjoy it, for people who haven't started reading my blog until this post- and for the ones who have been down and loyal since the beginning, I and I salutes you. Lately I've been listening to a lot of Reggae and dub music- largely on channel 84 on SIRIUS. If you haven't ever checked this specific channel out, I suggest you do. Even if you don't like Reggae, check it out. Every Saturday night at 9 SASKATCHEWAN TIME is a program that plays solely Dancehall music ("Gangsta" reggae for those who don't know, lol.) On top of that, been listening to a lot of Sublime, Blind Melon.. upbeat bands to keep my head out of the gutter. Seems to be working .Today I was a bit more politically-minded. Oh noes! Oh well- nothing too ranty. I just thought about people who hold revolutionary status: Che' Guevara, Lenin, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King.. etc. Throughout the world, one will find that each person has a differing opinion on people whom they consider to be a hero. I began thinking that the political actions each individual took to accomplish their goal is not what made them great- but instead, the fact that they put their entire life into fighting for what they believed in. That's all that matters. Just because you disagree with a person's beliefs doesn't make them any smaller than you or inferior- instead they should be given the same amount of respect that you give to the others you do agree with, because they actually have the courage to stick with who they are and not be changed. A political, religious, lifestyle belief/view does not determine where one sits on the social ladder. As I've been pedalling througout my blog, we are still, in the end, all human. Just because I choose to keep my religious beliefs does not deem me one of the "sheeple". Attacking me for that belief is pure ignorance, for you yourself have beliefs as well that you defend. Once the world realizes that no one wants to be changed and lose their individuality, war and hate should subside. The world has too much hate, and not enough fellowship and true love. Brings me to another point... "Love" gets thrown around too easily today. I'd go into detail about what I mean by that, but I'll leave that for my next entry. I finally have my basement back ( )! If you didn't know, it flooded a year ago last spring, and it's been a mess ever since. Our basement isn't finished, and there's still stuff everywhere from when we moved into town. When it flooded, we had to get everything up off the floor and moved onto shelves, and onto the bed, couches.. everywhere else but the floor. This week my mummy was on holidays, so we kicked some serious ass whilst cleaning down here. I finally got my living-room area back and my bed. Only problem with it down here is that it's cold as Hell.. wait, that don't make sense.. you get my point (). All that matters is that I'm finally back in my own domain. Anyways, gonna wrap this thing up here for now. I'm still tired from last night, which in all actuality, kinda sucked. Nuh 'ffense. I'm kind of wishing I had stayed home and just played Guild Wars with Matt ( ). As I said, I'm done for tonight. Respect, star. For those who actually check out the Original blog from the Facebook feed here at http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com , THIS is why you should be listening to SIRIUS 84. I love this song. |
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