Hello. Good morning. Welcome to BSC, Thursday edition. My baby woke up at five thirty this morning for some ungodly reason. It was nightmarish. By the time he finally woke us up, he’d really gotten himself pretty worked up crying and sputtering and shit. We kind of passed him back and forth a few times, thinking that maybe he’d just go back to sleep, but no such luck. Eventually I just hung out with him while my wife caught a few last minute z’s. Right now, I’m tired. I haven’t been to work in almost two weeks because I had that wedding and then we recorded those songs, so I’m ALMOST looking forward to getting back in there, making some money and feeling productive. ALMOST. The only problem is my exhaustion and my high stress level due to all the billion zillion fucking things I’m doing that require my full attention but do not, in any way pay me money. Well, that’s not entirely true, but you get the idea. It’s a struggle, man. And nothing is fucking easy. Never. Every time something seems like it’s just gonna work out great, along comes some asshole just grinning and pissing everywhere. Sometimes it’s god, yes. And other times it’s some meter maid or some shit head agent or some irritating acquaintance or your mom or your critical wife or your irritating boss or your dumb manic depressive Chihuahua…it’s enough to make me want to move to some tiny little island paradise and rent boogie boards to people on the beach and just die out there after a while. That seems like a pretty cool way to go. Sock away some cash, eventually get a jet ski. Rent that shit out. Grow your business like that. I could dig that, man. Really, truly, I could.
Only problem? Skin cancer. That and irritating tourists talking to you like you’re an idiot. No shows. Someone stole all my boogie boards and then smoked a joint and pissed all over my little beach hut. Dumb asshole down the way has nicer boards and he constantly gives me the stink eye. AND he’s fucking scary. Okay. Fuck it. Back to Chicago. What’s the problem here again?
Man, someone asked a good question in the drawer yesterday. They took my tirade against faith from yesterday’s post (You are all unique individuals!) and held it up to my tirade against calling people posers and shitting on people’s enthusiasm. What’s the difference, dude asked, between that and what I’ve been doing here regarding faith.
Good question. Here’s the answer.
I’m not shitting on enthusiasm. I’m shitting on the idea of faith period. And, I’ll get back to what the important difference is here, but first, a word or two about faith, belief and the supernatural (or whatever the fuck you want to call it). I believe in skepticism, I believe that I do not possibly possess the mental capacity to understand the innerworkings of the universe and I believe that there’s big, huge shit afoot out there that we can’t possibly grasp with our minds. The idea that there are people out there so arrogant as to have claimed to have figured all that out, and that they’ve done it just by believing in something they’ve never seen, heard, touched or even really read about in anything other than a constantly rewritten hodge podge of a book that’s in essence ancient creation myths mixed with morality plays and obviously made up shit is just offensive. And I’m talking about Islam, Christianity, Hinduism and Judaism here folks. It’s all stupidity masquerading as “all the answers”. Sorry. But it is. But back to the question.
I don’t like when someone gets involved in something and people call them posers. There’s no one (except Jesus, I guess) who’s just born into whatever cool subsect they’re part of. At some point, you learn about something and you get excited about it and then you get involved and this is when people already involved tend to call you a poser, or generally mock your lack of knowledge. This is shitty, because it’s nothing more than insecurity masquerading as hazing and it’s completely ignoring the fact that these ‘veterans’ of the scene were themselves at one time newbies who wanted nothing more than the acceptance of the people already involved. In religion, this would be like shunning a new member of a congregation, in neo nazi-ism, this would be like mocking the new guy’s shitty teenager-style see through Hitler mustache. Within the confines of whatever dumb, xenophobic group you want to talk about, there’s potential for this to happen, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like the blanket that it’s happening under. I don’t like cops. I’m sure that old cops are total shit heads to young cops, and I bet it sucks. Doesn’t mean I have to like cops. I don’t like Juggalos, but fuck, go down to the Gathering and see if there aren’t some deep rolling old timey juggalo soldiers mocking the new guys and the way they don’t know how to properly spray Faygo, or chant “show your tits”. I guess my point is, Juggalos, cops, religious people, Nazis, they all have one thing in common. They have this idea of what’s cool that completely sucks. So there you go. That’s my answer. Jesus I’m tired. Okay, see you people tomorrow where I’m gonna compile a great list of things to do over the weekend or something.
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