Thursday 29 November 2007

Shiny Happy People



Saw another Louis Theroux's Weird Weekend episode on BBC 2. He spent an entire weekend with born-again Christians in Texas (where apparently three-quarters of the population are Christians). If you have DSL and have a decent downloading program (like eMule) this is the stuff to eat up your bandwith with. Or you can do the right thing and buy the DVD series online.

Unlike the angry-making documentary on the Westboro Baptist Church, these people actually look happy. Not angry, not condescending, and certainly not violent. They're just... happy. Maybe there's something we can learn from these people.

Here's a clip of Louis Theroux doing a cover of George Michael's Faith with The Family: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOpY4MBA63s. Years ago The Family became headliners for using a very unconventional technique of recruiting people called flirty fishing, although while watching the documentary it was very obvious that not a single member of the group is attractive enough to do much with this strategy.

Now if Mormons did that the entire country would be wearing a white shirt with an I LOVE JESUS pin on the breast pocket. Have you seen those guys? I remember years ago my best friend Aissa was alone in their house one lazy afternoon. A knock on the door and when she answered she saw two guys from Salt Lake City who asked her if she has met her Savior. She immediately let them in. They showed her leaflets and tried converting her. She served them snacks and ogled. We reckon they left after noticing Aissa all giggly and drooling.

Monday 12 November 2007

Unbearable sadness


Am I the only one who finds it sad that our national hero these days isn't a humanitarian who helps a depressed community, a great thinker who might solve our economic woes nor a scientist who might be discovering a better way to live our lives? Instead it's a boxer who thought he can be a congressman. And we wonder why the best of us are dying to work abroad?
I mean, come on!!!!

Shakespeare in Chuva

This is soooooo much fun!
William Shakespeare

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory chuva at me.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

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Tuesday 6 November 2007

God Hates Fags




Saw Louis Theroux's BBC documentary on the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas, entitled "The Most Hated Family In America." Watch it here before it disappears: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4413388146858417528.

As with any cult, the members are of course blindingly unaware that they are in a cult. Fred Phelps, "Gramps" as they call him, is the patriarch of the church which members are mostly his extended family. But unlike other charismatic preachers and founders of similar groups, he appears to be vengeful, bitter and patently as charismatic as a flake of dandruff.

The interesting aspect of the documentary is that Theroux was able to penetrate the cult at all. The entire time I kept expecting members of the congregation to mob and stone him to death for asking his questions. I wonder if the members thought him stupid and pointless anyway so he can't be capable of posing any threat, or they are just simply starved for attention that any exposure is considered a nod from a wrathful God who hates fags, dead soldiers and, curiously enough, Sweden. Their website, http://www.godhatesamerica.com/, is worth a read.

Expectedly the knee-jerk reaction of any self-confessed fag is hate for this group, but when one really thinks about it, it became too difficult to ignore the thought that the younger members are most probably don't understand what they're doing, but they've been doing it since they were four, so it becomes their outlook by way of forced habit. One gets the feeling that some of them don't really believe what they're saying, but they've said it already so they have to stick to it. And like your average religious fanatics, you wonder if they just need a good fuck to put their lives into perspective.

Monday 5 November 2007

Dog-gone year

We got Yuki from a breeder in Pasay on new year's eve 2006 by accident. Actually, I forced Peter to get her for us. We were looking around in pet stores and saw smaller breeds but I saw a chocolate brown labrador and instantly fell in love with her. Now, we simply had to change her name. On her Philippine Canine Association paper, she was named Myrna by a breeder obviously lacking in the creativity department. We chose the name Yuki (snow in Japanese) not because she was pure, but her colour reminds one of five-day old snow on the sidewalk.

According to a dog age calculator (www.pedigree.com/dogsandpuppies/DogAgeCalc.asp), Yuki, who is 12 months old, is 12 years old in human age. No wonder she's getting spots. Her nipples were extremely large, too, but that's only because she was apparently pregnant when she was eight months old, the whore. She had a miscarriage a couple of months ago and was unconsolable for a day, until she discovered Yakult.

The night before her birthday, we had our housewarming party on the 27th of October, and at the stroke of midnight, Yuki was out like a hoe. Passed out on the rug with a cigarette and cans of beer around her, there's no mistaking that she is our dog. Give her a few years and she'll be single and fat in a trailer park with more kids than she can care to feed.