I have used power tools! Successfully*, even. A miter saw and a jig saw. (Laying laminate wood floors is easier than you'd think.)
Let me tell you, if you want to feel powerful, saw something. It was loud, I'm sneezing sawdust, and I am now the uberfeminist. Gloria Steinem has nothing on me!
Somebody better call Chris Buttars, cause my vagina is now more of a threat to the US than gays!
*by that, I mean that I cut what I meant to cut, more or less into the shape I meant it to be, and nobody lost an eye.
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Modern Day Mormon Gulags
mormon, lds, god, good, torture, homophobia, gay, utah, buttars, boys, ranch
As we watch the Mormon Church celebrate people like Senator Buttars (he of the "gays are more dangerous than ricin and bin Laden combined" fame) and desperately to keep gays as second class citizens, I though it appropriate to remind you that as clean-cut and sincere as they seem, there is an ugly underbelly to the Church of Latter Day Saints. (btw, please check out exmormon.org if you are considering converting, or if you have any questions about the LDS. the stories on that site are heartbreaking, but the courage the posters have displayed in taking control of their own lives is truly inspiring.)
From Daily Kos
This story is about Eric Norwood's personal experiences at a place called The Utah Boys Ranch, which models itself as a "tough-love" prep-school, but while Eric was there, he witnessed some unbelievable atrocities. It is a Mormon-funded and staffed facility, and religious indoctrination is a fundamental aspect of the school. There was sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, suicide, staff corruption, and escape. A major Utah political figure, Senator Chris Buttars, was the executive director while Eric was there
His filthy digit tasted like rust and fish. "I can hurt you without leaving any marks," Brent growled as I writhed in agony on the ground. I struggled for breath as he mounted my back, put his finger in my mouth, and pulled back on my cheek, fish-hooking me. The pain was incredible. I tried to beg him to stop, but the words would not come.
After he finished beating and bludgeoning submissiveness into me, he pulled me up by the rope that was lassoed around my waist. The wool army blanket I had fashioned as a skirt had shifted askew and I stood there in my boxers bleeding from my nose, humiliated.
My green Utah Boys Ranch t-shirt had been ridiculously stretched out and looked more like a low cut blouse. I loosened the noose around my waist and pulled the itchy blanket through the loop and folded it over so it looked like a brown bath towel secured by a belt. He wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. I just wanted out of this classroom. I started to think about how I got here.
The Utah Boys Ranch appears to be a kind of tough-love school with a Christian-esque undertow. My parents thought as much when they employed its services in hopes of corralling their spiritually wayward son.
[...] this is background into how Eric wound up at the Utah Boys Ranch. It seems like pretty typical 15 year old stuff to me.
The first person I met in Utah was Senator Chris Buttars. I had no idea who he was until that point.
All I knew was that he was to be feared, and I was scared to death of him from the moment I first saw him.
"Sit down," he squawked in a loud, high pitched, galling voice that sounded like a cross between a buzzard and an old cowboy. He continued to make it very clear that I was at his mercy. He told me who he was - politically - and the influence he had. If I ever wanted to leave I was to do what he said. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen," I mumbled.
"Three years might not be enough for you. I can have a judge order you to be here until you are 21," he croaked. With that he sent me off to be "changed and put on work crew."
I was led down a long hall of doors with nameplates. I had no clue what kind of place this was. I didn't see any cows or horses...no sign of what I thought a "ranch" would resemble. Paul took me into a small room that was no bigger than a broom closet, which was stacked to the ceiling with three colors of cloth, blue, green and brown. There were green t-shirts, blue t-shirts, and blue jeans.
There were also brown army wool blankets, and I remember thinking that I didn't want to sleep under such a coarse covering before I was told to "put it on." I was told to wrap a thick, itchy blanket around my waist like a towel and wear it like a dress.
I was then given a "leash" made of climbing rope and what I think was a square knot to tie around my waist.
I had never imagined being tethered and walked like a dog, but here I was, being walked like a dog towards a cluster of about 12 other boys. They were lined up facing a wall while two large men in red sweatshirts watched them from a couple of chairs off to the side.
Some of the boys had camouflage pants on, a few others wore dresses. I wondered how long I was to be in this blanket dress. I was later told that it was so I wouldn't run away - and they were right - I literally could not run in this humiliating getup. I could barely get a full stride walking.
That's when I saw Brent - or 'Captain America,' as he was called disparagingly - for the first time. My leash was handed off to him, but he told me to wrap it around my waist and go join the group of young men who were standing with their noses touching the wall, all spread out about arms length from each other.
I turned to the boy who was standing to my right and asked him how long he had been here, but before I could get my question all the way out, my forehead careened into the carpeted wall in front of me. A sharp pain stabbed the back of my head, and suddenly bad breath filled my nostrils. "Are you talking on my work crew, boy?" a red-shirted man screamed at me.
My head was ringing. I was still trying to piece together what had just happened when I looked behind me and massaged the pain in my head. Suddenly my legs fell out from underneath me and I was on my back.
He had just slammed my forehead into the wall, and now he had put his foot behind mine and pushed me, sending me to the floor flat on my back.
He stood over me and bawled, "Don't look at me. Don't look around. Don't you MOVE without permission! You don't do anything without permission! If you talk, I think you are talking about running away, and I will restrain you. Do you understand?" I nodded. I knew then that I had to get out of this place. I wasn't going to last here.
It was only my second week on work crew when Neil Westwood refused to turn his back to Brent and place his nose on the wall, which is what the command "face the wall" plainly meant. It was a Mexican standoff for a few moments. Stunningly it seemed like Brent was going to let Neil get his way. I had never seen an older boy in a pissing contest with a staff member before. The younger kids refused commands, but they were always quickly thumped into docility.
Neil was a big kid, a lot bigger than me - probably 230 pounds or so, and over six-feet tall, but dispelled any image of toughness with his glasses, disproportionately small arms, and frizzy hairdo. Neil was as obnoxious as he was an easy target, but I still can't believe that no one reacted when Brent stood up in a flash of rage and chucked a full, unopened gallon of milk at Neil's face from about five feet away, crumbling him to a pitiful puddle of tears, blood, and non-fat milk.
The work crew was depraved. When they didn't have us facing the wall for hours at a time we were digging ditches with spoons, only to fill them back in again.
We made huge piles of heavy rocks taken from the field, the field that both surrounded and contained us, only to be told to move the massive mound to another location. They worked us in ways redolent of Stalin's gulags.
There was an agonizing week of all-day sod laying - with bits of mud and grass sticking to the inside of my wool dress - in preparation for some ceremony the work crew boys weren't privy to. The Scarecrow Festival was even worse. We worked for weeks from eight in the morning till eight at night in preparation and to take down that contrived fall carnival/ fundraiser. Boys wished for death. There was also a dry-cleaning service that they operated somewhere in town, which was supposedly much better than any job on campus - even kitchen duty.
Getting off from work crew meant school during the day, and considerably less work. Some sadist there created a t-shirt caste system that involved wearing either a blue t-shirt or green t-shirt. "Blue shirts" could talk, receive letters (which were opened and read first), talk to their parents, and possibly go off campus.
"Green shirts" were allowed into school, but that was about it. No speaking, sitting, or anything but working or reading LDS literature. A "green shirt" was forced to read the Book of Mormon, in particular the first 22 chapters. We were interviewed by one of the four full-time Mormon missionaries that worked there and had to paraphrase all of "First Nephi" before receiving a blue t-shirt. What good derives from reading the Book of Mormon under duress is anyone's guess, but I did it. I had to.
I had to go to church and seminary too.
It turns out that any form of decadence - smoking a little grass, telling your math teacher to sit on it, being gay or bi-curious, sexually assaulting a family member or young girl - is curable by a little hard work, tough love, and Mormon doctrine. Boys with "sexual issues" are housed together in what could only be some cruel showing of satire.
They were constantly being caught jerking each other off onto each other, or, more tragically, assaulting younger boys. Whatever it was, they would be shoved into blankets and thrown on work crew. On Tuesday night they would meet with all the boys with sexual issues and provide remedies like IcyHot on the penis to stifle homosexual urges.
I was kept there until they couldn't keep me any longer, and on my 18th birthday I walked out the front doors into a cold October morning with nowhere to go and nothing but my freedom. If I didn't experience it myself I would not believe a place like this exists. A Mormon gulag.
How do they get away with all of the abuse? The forced religion, the stifling of freedom of speech? Was it legal to prevent us from reporting abuse to authorities, or to restrain us with ropes, wool blankets, and duct tape? Is it legal to force young boys to talk about
masturbation with Mormon clergy and missionaries? How does all of this go unnoticed? We were young and naive and didn't know that most of what they did to us was illegal. Buttars was famous for telling us that we had only three rights: food, safety, and shelter. They failed to even live up to those standards.
Besides being callow, we hardly had the chance to report any abuse. They instruct parents to ignore any claims of abuse from their children. They call any complaints from children a manipulation tool - "fear factor" - and instruct parents to be wary of the "tactic" they say they encounter most.
There were also no phones to call the police. No nurses or medical examiners to talk to. No government authorities to check in on us. Incongruously, this Orwellian facility desperately needs government oversight.
Sen. Buttars said it all when he told a reporter, "What sets us apart is that we're the only residential treatment facility that doesn't seek or accept government funding. If we did, they'd control us."
Reprinted with permission from Orato.com
As we watch the Mormon Church celebrate people like Senator Buttars (he of the "gays are more dangerous than ricin and bin Laden combined" fame) and desperately to keep gays as second class citizens, I though it appropriate to remind you that as clean-cut and sincere as they seem, there is an ugly underbelly to the Church of Latter Day Saints. (btw, please check out exmormon.org if you are considering converting, or if you have any questions about the LDS. the stories on that site are heartbreaking, but the courage the posters have displayed in taking control of their own lives is truly inspiring.)
From Daily Kos
This story is about Eric Norwood's personal experiences at a place called The Utah Boys Ranch, which models itself as a "tough-love" prep-school, but while Eric was there, he witnessed some unbelievable atrocities. It is a Mormon-funded and staffed facility, and religious indoctrination is a fundamental aspect of the school. There was sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, suicide, staff corruption, and escape. A major Utah political figure, Senator Chris Buttars, was the executive director while Eric was there
His filthy digit tasted like rust and fish. "I can hurt you without leaving any marks," Brent growled as I writhed in agony on the ground. I struggled for breath as he mounted my back, put his finger in my mouth, and pulled back on my cheek, fish-hooking me. The pain was incredible. I tried to beg him to stop, but the words would not come.
After he finished beating and bludgeoning submissiveness into me, he pulled me up by the rope that was lassoed around my waist. The wool army blanket I had fashioned as a skirt had shifted askew and I stood there in my boxers bleeding from my nose, humiliated.
My green Utah Boys Ranch t-shirt had been ridiculously stretched out and looked more like a low cut blouse. I loosened the noose around my waist and pulled the itchy blanket through the loop and folded it over so it looked like a brown bath towel secured by a belt. He wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. I just wanted out of this classroom. I started to think about how I got here.
The Utah Boys Ranch appears to be a kind of tough-love school with a Christian-esque undertow. My parents thought as much when they employed its services in hopes of corralling their spiritually wayward son.
[...] this is background into how Eric wound up at the Utah Boys Ranch. It seems like pretty typical 15 year old stuff to me.
The first person I met in Utah was Senator Chris Buttars. I had no idea who he was until that point.
All I knew was that he was to be feared, and I was scared to death of him from the moment I first saw him.
"Sit down," he squawked in a loud, high pitched, galling voice that sounded like a cross between a buzzard and an old cowboy. He continued to make it very clear that I was at his mercy. He told me who he was - politically - and the influence he had. If I ever wanted to leave I was to do what he said. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen," I mumbled.
"Three years might not be enough for you. I can have a judge order you to be here until you are 21," he croaked. With that he sent me off to be "changed and put on work crew."
I was led down a long hall of doors with nameplates. I had no clue what kind of place this was. I didn't see any cows or horses...no sign of what I thought a "ranch" would resemble. Paul took me into a small room that was no bigger than a broom closet, which was stacked to the ceiling with three colors of cloth, blue, green and brown. There were green t-shirts, blue t-shirts, and blue jeans.
There were also brown army wool blankets, and I remember thinking that I didn't want to sleep under such a coarse covering before I was told to "put it on." I was told to wrap a thick, itchy blanket around my waist like a towel and wear it like a dress.
I was then given a "leash" made of climbing rope and what I think was a square knot to tie around my waist.
I had never imagined being tethered and walked like a dog, but here I was, being walked like a dog towards a cluster of about 12 other boys. They were lined up facing a wall while two large men in red sweatshirts watched them from a couple of chairs off to the side.
Some of the boys had camouflage pants on, a few others wore dresses. I wondered how long I was to be in this blanket dress. I was later told that it was so I wouldn't run away - and they were right - I literally could not run in this humiliating getup. I could barely get a full stride walking.
That's when I saw Brent - or 'Captain America,' as he was called disparagingly - for the first time. My leash was handed off to him, but he told me to wrap it around my waist and go join the group of young men who were standing with their noses touching the wall, all spread out about arms length from each other.
I turned to the boy who was standing to my right and asked him how long he had been here, but before I could get my question all the way out, my forehead careened into the carpeted wall in front of me. A sharp pain stabbed the back of my head, and suddenly bad breath filled my nostrils. "Are you talking on my work crew, boy?" a red-shirted man screamed at me.
My head was ringing. I was still trying to piece together what had just happened when I looked behind me and massaged the pain in my head. Suddenly my legs fell out from underneath me and I was on my back.
He had just slammed my forehead into the wall, and now he had put his foot behind mine and pushed me, sending me to the floor flat on my back.
He stood over me and bawled, "Don't look at me. Don't look around. Don't you MOVE without permission! You don't do anything without permission! If you talk, I think you are talking about running away, and I will restrain you. Do you understand?" I nodded. I knew then that I had to get out of this place. I wasn't going to last here.
It was only my second week on work crew when Neil Westwood refused to turn his back to Brent and place his nose on the wall, which is what the command "face the wall" plainly meant. It was a Mexican standoff for a few moments. Stunningly it seemed like Brent was going to let Neil get his way. I had never seen an older boy in a pissing contest with a staff member before. The younger kids refused commands, but they were always quickly thumped into docility.
Neil was a big kid, a lot bigger than me - probably 230 pounds or so, and over six-feet tall, but dispelled any image of toughness with his glasses, disproportionately small arms, and frizzy hairdo. Neil was as obnoxious as he was an easy target, but I still can't believe that no one reacted when Brent stood up in a flash of rage and chucked a full, unopened gallon of milk at Neil's face from about five feet away, crumbling him to a pitiful puddle of tears, blood, and non-fat milk.
The work crew was depraved. When they didn't have us facing the wall for hours at a time we were digging ditches with spoons, only to fill them back in again.
We made huge piles of heavy rocks taken from the field, the field that both surrounded and contained us, only to be told to move the massive mound to another location. They worked us in ways redolent of Stalin's gulags.
There was an agonizing week of all-day sod laying - with bits of mud and grass sticking to the inside of my wool dress - in preparation for some ceremony the work crew boys weren't privy to. The Scarecrow Festival was even worse. We worked for weeks from eight in the morning till eight at night in preparation and to take down that contrived fall carnival/ fundraiser. Boys wished for death. There was also a dry-cleaning service that they operated somewhere in town, which was supposedly much better than any job on campus - even kitchen duty.
Getting off from work crew meant school during the day, and considerably less work. Some sadist there created a t-shirt caste system that involved wearing either a blue t-shirt or green t-shirt. "Blue shirts" could talk, receive letters (which were opened and read first), talk to their parents, and possibly go off campus.
"Green shirts" were allowed into school, but that was about it. No speaking, sitting, or anything but working or reading LDS literature. A "green shirt" was forced to read the Book of Mormon, in particular the first 22 chapters. We were interviewed by one of the four full-time Mormon missionaries that worked there and had to paraphrase all of "First Nephi" before receiving a blue t-shirt. What good derives from reading the Book of Mormon under duress is anyone's guess, but I did it. I had to.
I had to go to church and seminary too.
It turns out that any form of decadence - smoking a little grass, telling your math teacher to sit on it, being gay or bi-curious, sexually assaulting a family member or young girl - is curable by a little hard work, tough love, and Mormon doctrine. Boys with "sexual issues" are housed together in what could only be some cruel showing of satire.
They were constantly being caught jerking each other off onto each other, or, more tragically, assaulting younger boys. Whatever it was, they would be shoved into blankets and thrown on work crew. On Tuesday night they would meet with all the boys with sexual issues and provide remedies like IcyHot on the penis to stifle homosexual urges.
I was kept there until they couldn't keep me any longer, and on my 18th birthday I walked out the front doors into a cold October morning with nowhere to go and nothing but my freedom. If I didn't experience it myself I would not believe a place like this exists. A Mormon gulag.
How do they get away with all of the abuse? The forced religion, the stifling of freedom of speech? Was it legal to prevent us from reporting abuse to authorities, or to restrain us with ropes, wool blankets, and duct tape? Is it legal to force young boys to talk about
masturbation with Mormon clergy and missionaries? How does all of this go unnoticed? We were young and naive and didn't know that most of what they did to us was illegal. Buttars was famous for telling us that we had only three rights: food, safety, and shelter. They failed to even live up to those standards.
Besides being callow, we hardly had the chance to report any abuse. They instruct parents to ignore any claims of abuse from their children. They call any complaints from children a manipulation tool - "fear factor" - and instruct parents to be wary of the "tactic" they say they encounter most.
There were also no phones to call the police. No nurses or medical examiners to talk to. No government authorities to check in on us. Incongruously, this Orwellian facility desperately needs government oversight.
Sen. Buttars said it all when he told a reporter, "What sets us apart is that we're the only residential treatment facility that doesn't seek or accept government funding. If we did, they'd control us."
Reprinted with permission from Orato.com
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Rapture Ready Continues to Prove that Fundamentalism Makes You a Bigoted Asshole
religion, religious, fundamentalism, fundamentalist, fundy, christian, christianity, jesus, god, bigotry, gay, homophobia, homosexual, buttars
Senator Chris Buttars of Utah (of course) has yet again stepped outside the lines to say the most hateful things anyone can think of. I've reading about this all day, but the folks at Rapture Ready added their special little spin to it.
Ron4Jesus: Gays 'greatest threat to America'
Buttars: He called the gay-rights movement "probably the greatest threat to America," likened gay activists to Muslim radicals and dubbed same-sex relationships "abominations."
Now Sen. Chris Buttars finds himself in a familiar place: under fire amid demands he step down.Last year, the NAACP called for Buttars to resign after comments he made on the Senate floor about a complex school-funding bill, saying, "This baby is black . . . It's a dark, ugly thing."
But Buttars kept his seat and won re-election in November."It is obvious that he believes he can say and do anything that he wishes without any consequences," said Jeanetta Williams, president of the NAACP's Salt Lake branch. "His words -- as before --are despicable."
Buttars' latest remarks come from an interview with documentary filmmaker Reed Cowan that aired on ABC 4 this week. Buttars told Cowan the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community doesn't want "equality, they want superiority.""It's the beginning of the end," the West Jordan Republican said. "Oh, it's worse than that. Sure. Sodom and Gomorrah was localized. This is worldwide."
That's right, kids. Gays are more dangerous than muslim extremists, all other brands of terrorists, nuclear warfare, global warming, drugs, gang violence, disease, the economic crisis, war and tainted products from China. I'm not sure why I haven't noticed this before. Apparently, I'm blind.
Anywhere other than Rapture Ready, or within the DNA, this sort of thing brings outrage and condemnation.
Candlelight responds: I pray he stands his ground. Because Jesus loves the bigotry.
Luke 10:27 (KJV)
And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
His Bride chimes in with: Sexual sin and abortion have proven to be great threats to our country. I guess I would have to say that Idolatry is our greatest threat. It is the sin that is behind each of these other sins. We have worshipped the creature instead of the Creator.
That's right. Me having sex before marriage was way worse than 9/11. Clearly. In fact, it may even have caused 9/11.
John 8:1-11
1Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.
2And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them.
3And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst,
4They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.
5Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?
6This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
7So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
8And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
9And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
10When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?
11She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
Gabby (under the fig tree) couldn't agree more: I agree, His Bride. I personally believe that Pride is behind these other sins, also. Pride and Idolatry are closely related.
Matt 5:7
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy
Ron4Jesus (OP) find teh evul in the most unlikely of places: Yes this country has [been worshipping the creature, not the Creator]!!!!!!!!! if you use that many exclamation points at once, you probably don't have a valid point. Just look at American Idol the name says it all. i'm pretty sure this has nothing to do with idolatry. i hate the show, but i don't think it qualifies as idolatry. I am no fan of it at all, but some people get so attracted to it like a daytime soap opera. daytime soaps are idolatry also?
Matt 5:9
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
4GodIsJust is all about the judgey: I too, think that worshiping the beast rather the Creator is our greatest threat... This leads to well all sin, Sexual sin, abortion and Idle is he referring perhaps to sloth? also a deadly sin, but since deadly sins are a Catholic invention, you wouldn't think a bunch of fundys would be into that. worship.. Blasphmey of the Holy spirit is the unforgiveable sin, which for some reason when I think of this I see Idle worship what? that's so confused, i can't even make fun of it. but mainly Homosexuality (gays, and Lezbienism thanks for clearing that up. and, lesbianism.) I think because it is so preverse as opposed to reverse, perhaps? and it degregates well now we'll have to regregate it! the soul so badly and it is slapping the Almighty in face now i imagine gays beginning sex by slapping a lifesize buddy christ statue in the face. kinky!and saying You did not make me good well enough, WHY?? you're the one saying gays weren't made right. gays are fine with the way they're made. I pray too, that he stand's apostrophe abuse his ground, and he stays safe... but fuck the gays.
Matt 6:6
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
Gabby (under the fig tree) seems most upset that gays are out of the closet: What I've noticed about homosexuality is it seems to be an 'in your face' sin. as opposed to murder, which is so quiet, and hard to notice. asshat. It seems that that life-style promotes open rebellion against God's order. unlike murderers and thieves, which are right in line with what god commanded. Most sins aren't something that people brag and boast about you people are boasting about disobeying christ's direct command to love thy neighbor, aren't you? ~ but homosexuality seems to be one in particular that results in an open and boasting attitude. again. In Sodom and Gomorrah it was the same. The more rampart rampant? the sins becomes either sins become or sin becomes, but not sins becomes, the bolder the people who practice it seem to become. goddamn them for not hiding in the closet! Even non-Christians are, at the very least, ashamed of most sin. really? what an odd statement. i don't even believe in sin. i believe in morals and ethics, but that's a whole 'nother issue, now isnt' it? What I mean by this is they don't publicly boast about them. i'm pretty sure living an openly gay lifestyle is not "publicly boasting", unless wearing a wedding ring and walking in public with your spouse and children is publicly boasting. But homosexuality doesn't seem to be one of those. As in it makes the very heart of those who practice it openly, boldly rebellious and encourages society to partake of it. this lady is just nuts. When's the last time you saw a protest with people out applauding say lying, or cheating...or stealing? maybe because lying, cheating and stealing are entirely unlike being gay? Yet, homosexuals take this sin take it? and it seems to make one bolder in practicing it ~ like I said, an 'in your face' sin. poor gabby, having to look at the gays. It just seems to me that this particular sin stands alone as far as rebellion against God. yeah. uh huh. you think about this WAY too much, babe. Just thinking out loud on here... i'm not sure "thinking" is the word you're looking for. I've noticed that homosexuality seems to bring people to openly shake their fists at God. another terribly amusing image, if incredibly inaccurate and based solely in one twisted moron's imagination.
so there you have it: proof positive that fundamentalism makes you a bigoted asshole, and fundys have no fucking idea, or just don't care, what their lord and savior actually said.
Matthew 7:1-5
1Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
4Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
5Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Senator Chris Buttars of Utah (of course) has yet again stepped outside the lines to say the most hateful things anyone can think of. I've reading about this all day, but the folks at Rapture Ready added their special little spin to it.
Ron4Jesus: Gays 'greatest threat to America'
Buttars: He called the gay-rights movement "probably the greatest threat to America," likened gay activists to Muslim radicals and dubbed same-sex relationships "abominations."
Now Sen. Chris Buttars finds himself in a familiar place: under fire amid demands he step down.Last year, the NAACP called for Buttars to resign after comments he made on the Senate floor about a complex school-funding bill, saying, "This baby is black . . . It's a dark, ugly thing."
But Buttars kept his seat and won re-election in November."It is obvious that he believes he can say and do anything that he wishes without any consequences," said Jeanetta Williams, president of the NAACP's Salt Lake branch. "His words -- as before --are despicable."
Buttars' latest remarks come from an interview with documentary filmmaker Reed Cowan that aired on ABC 4 this week. Buttars told Cowan the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community doesn't want "equality, they want superiority.""It's the beginning of the end," the West Jordan Republican said. "Oh, it's worse than that. Sure. Sodom and Gomorrah was localized. This is worldwide."
That's right, kids. Gays are more dangerous than muslim extremists, all other brands of terrorists, nuclear warfare, global warming, drugs, gang violence, disease, the economic crisis, war and tainted products from China. I'm not sure why I haven't noticed this before. Apparently, I'm blind.
Anywhere other than Rapture Ready, or within the DNA, this sort of thing brings outrage and condemnation.
Candlelight responds: I pray he stands his ground. Because Jesus loves the bigotry.
Luke 10:27 (KJV)
And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
His Bride chimes in with: Sexual sin and abortion have proven to be great threats to our country. I guess I would have to say that Idolatry is our greatest threat. It is the sin that is behind each of these other sins. We have worshipped the creature instead of the Creator.
That's right. Me having sex before marriage was way worse than 9/11. Clearly. In fact, it may even have caused 9/11.
John 8:1-11
1Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.
2And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them.
3And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst,
4They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.
5Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?
6This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
7So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
8And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
9And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
10When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?
11She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
Gabby (under the fig tree) couldn't agree more: I agree, His Bride. I personally believe that Pride is behind these other sins, also. Pride and Idolatry are closely related.
Matt 5:7
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy
Ron4Jesus (OP) find teh evul in the most unlikely of places: Yes this country has [been worshipping the creature, not the Creator]!!!!!!!!! if you use that many exclamation points at once, you probably don't have a valid point. Just look at American Idol the name says it all. i'm pretty sure this has nothing to do with idolatry. i hate the show, but i don't think it qualifies as idolatry. I am no fan of it at all, but some people get so attracted to it like a daytime soap opera. daytime soaps are idolatry also?
Matt 5:9
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
4GodIsJust is all about the judgey: I too, think that worshiping the beast rather the Creator is our greatest threat... This leads to well all sin, Sexual sin, abortion and Idle is he referring perhaps to sloth? also a deadly sin, but since deadly sins are a Catholic invention, you wouldn't think a bunch of fundys would be into that. worship.. Blasphmey of the Holy spirit is the unforgiveable sin, which for some reason when I think of this I see Idle worship what? that's so confused, i can't even make fun of it. but mainly Homosexuality (gays, and Lezbienism thanks for clearing that up. and, lesbianism.) I think because it is so preverse as opposed to reverse, perhaps? and it degregates well now we'll have to regregate it! the soul so badly and it is slapping the Almighty in face now i imagine gays beginning sex by slapping a lifesize buddy christ statue in the face. kinky!and saying You did not make me good well enough, WHY?? you're the one saying gays weren't made right. gays are fine with the way they're made. I pray too, that he stand's apostrophe abuse his ground, and he stays safe... but fuck the gays.
Matt 6:6
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
Gabby (under the fig tree) seems most upset that gays are out of the closet: What I've noticed about homosexuality is it seems to be an 'in your face' sin. as opposed to murder, which is so quiet, and hard to notice. asshat. It seems that that life-style promotes open rebellion against God's order. unlike murderers and thieves, which are right in line with what god commanded. Most sins aren't something that people brag and boast about you people are boasting about disobeying christ's direct command to love thy neighbor, aren't you? ~ but homosexuality seems to be one in particular that results in an open and boasting attitude. again. In Sodom and Gomorrah it was the same. The more rampart rampant? the sins becomes either sins become or sin becomes, but not sins becomes, the bolder the people who practice it seem to become. goddamn them for not hiding in the closet! Even non-Christians are, at the very least, ashamed of most sin. really? what an odd statement. i don't even believe in sin. i believe in morals and ethics, but that's a whole 'nother issue, now isnt' it? What I mean by this is they don't publicly boast about them. i'm pretty sure living an openly gay lifestyle is not "publicly boasting", unless wearing a wedding ring and walking in public with your spouse and children is publicly boasting. But homosexuality doesn't seem to be one of those. As in it makes the very heart of those who practice it openly, boldly rebellious and encourages society to partake of it. this lady is just nuts. When's the last time you saw a protest with people out applauding say lying, or cheating...or stealing? maybe because lying, cheating and stealing are entirely unlike being gay? Yet, homosexuals take this sin take it? and it seems to make one bolder in practicing it ~ like I said, an 'in your face' sin. poor gabby, having to look at the gays. It just seems to me that this particular sin stands alone as far as rebellion against God. yeah. uh huh. you think about this WAY too much, babe. Just thinking out loud on here... i'm not sure "thinking" is the word you're looking for. I've noticed that homosexuality seems to bring people to openly shake their fists at God. another terribly amusing image, if incredibly inaccurate and based solely in one twisted moron's imagination.
so there you have it: proof positive that fundamentalism makes you a bigoted asshole, and fundys have no fucking idea, or just don't care, what their lord and savior actually said.
Matthew 7:1-5
1Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
4Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
5Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
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