Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in The Rantings' LiveJournal:

Friday, May 27th, 2005
8:26 am [sheerdark]	Your Pride Can Go Fuck Itself. I hate every goddamn last motherfucker on the face of this planet. Why, you ask? http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2005/05/25/yellowknife-gaypride050525.html Now, let's look at this for a second. "We're going to organize a straight pride parade, to go along with the gay pride parade". Normally, this would make me laugh, nd be generally happy--I hate politically correct bullshit, and love seeing it shoved back in the faces of those that do. But you know what? I'm fucking sick of gay people who think that they're special. Yeah, that's right, I goddamn said it. I'm fucking sick of you bastards, and I think you need to be shot. You like to stick your dick in someone else's bunghole--Hey, great, whatever. I don't care. But it does NOT make you any motherfucking different from me. Shove your stupid pathetic attempt at creating a 'subculture' up the gaping cavern that is your ass. Here's the specific quote that got me all good and riled up: "We thought every day was heterosexual day," said Don Babey of OutNorth, a group that represents Yellowknife gays and lesbians and that made the initial request for Gay Pride Day. "Will the city partner Black History Month in February with White Heritage Month later in the year?" Babey asked. "Will the days and weeks marking physical ailments, such as heart disease and strokes, be paired with an equal number of days that will celebrate good health?" EVERY DAY IS HETEROSEXUAL DAY. You know what, buddy? Fuck you. Every day is a goddamn DAY. You don't even fucking realize that there's no fucking difference between this bullshit anymore, and all you want to do is further the gap. Every day is homosexual day, every day is heterosexual day, bisexual day, whatthefuckeversexual day. Every day is every fucking day. The fact that you like getting it in the rear doesn't mean that you're a motherfucking special case. And yea, you know what? We should drop "the days and weeks marking physical ailments" too. You know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING RETARDED. Every year, I get good and pissed off when that goddamn "Wear red for women's heart disease" day comes around? Why? (A) It serves no purpose. (B) They say you're 'raising awareness for the diseases'--Who the FUCK doesn't know by now that a chick can have a heart attack?! (C) People join up and all dress in their pretty litte red shirts or dresses and act like they give a fuck for 24 hours, then promptly forget about it the next day. They could have donated the money that went into that new clothing! But did they!? NO! MOTHERFUCKERS. Getting back on track. What the hell makes anyone more special or important than anyone else? Hell, why don't we just have a goddamn "Celibate Pride Day"? Or how about a "Fuck Anything That Moves Pride Day"? You know why we don't? Because no one gives a shit. Just like no one really gives a shit about gay pride bullshit. What MATTER does it make?! Who gives an unholy flying great goddamn what you like to fuck other than YOURSELF and THE PERSON YOU'RE FUCKING? NOBODY, THAT'S WHO!!! You are *not* special. You are *not* unique*. And you can keep trying to be--You can keep fighting, and making a ruckus, and waving your arms in the air shouting "Look at me!!"... and the more you do, the more people are going to pay attention to you and decry your cause. Live quietly. Live freely. Fuck what anyone says about you or thinks, and simply be yourself. You don't have to cry out to the heavens to get noticed because, goddammit, you're already here, and we already see you. So just shut the fuck up about it already. Motherfucking 'pride' days. Bullshit. Every last wannabe 'subculture' out there can go fuck itself in the ass. Current Mood: enraged (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 21st, 2005
5:10 am [sheerdark]	The Original Pagan Rant (( This rant, the very first one I ever published, was posted on Sept. 27th, 2002 in my journal [http://www.livejournal.com/users/sheerdark/62685.html] and as a Planet X Rant [http://www.jovonexus.net/px/index.php at some point in early 2003. This has proven to be one of my most talked-about and controversial rants to date, and I will most likely post an update on the subject at some point in the future. )) See, I'm a Pagan. This means that I have a few unique religious beliefs. It doesn't mean I'm a tard. The odds are that if you're a Pagan and are reading this, then you are a tard. But don't worry--That's why I'm here. This all got started a few weeks back, after reading over some discussion boards, old emails, and other various things while reeling from the effects of extreme sleep deprivation. Made me come to a realization, and that realization is this: Fuck you, you're a fucking idiot. Note I use the word 'you' in a general sense, but there's a good 89% chance that it applies to 'you' in the literal sense as well. Fuck you. Fuck you and the 'thinning veil' you keep seeing every time the weather starts turning a bit colder. Fuck your scented candles, fuck your little sachets, and fuck your holier-than-thou ways. Fuck your taste in clothing. Fuck your desire for false mysticism. Fuck your ideas that you control the universe. Fuck you yourself, and all your little circles, covens, rituals, and the like. Still with me? Good. Now what I want you to do is take all those little tools that you've been using, place them in a not-so-astral black plastic bag, and leave them out to be picked up by the trashmen; 'cause that's what they are: Garbage. ""Look at me, my wand is all pretty and sparkly and painted bright neon pink 'cause that makes it look cooler!"". You idiot. Holding a hunk of wood in your hand isn't going to solve the world's problems, much less any of your own. Go ahead, wave it around a bit. I know you wanna. Now listen to yourself... I'm also more than tired of hearing people talk about themselves as if they're part of some grand mystical regime. I'm sick of hearing fucking fluffbuns talk about how they travel through their dreams, see beyond this world, can feel other beings. Fuck you and your imaginary friends--It's called schizophrenia. They have medicine for that sort of thing. Sit down. Close your eyes and breathe. Now listen to yourself... And for you fucking ritual based idiots.... I'm tired of people thinking they can enforce their will against the whole world. I'm tired of hearing about bullshit people who claim to have a higher connection with the gods. Who 'dance amongst the flames and drape themselves in the veil'. Congrats, you're good at reading emotions, have an affinity for fire, and like to pretend there are imaginary creatures around you all the time. Whoopty do. Don't make more out of it than it is. Next time you manage to second-guess someone's actions, try thinking about it for a few minutes first. Now listen to yourself... You hear it, don't you? Every time you sit back and honestly listen to yourself, you can hear it. It's the voice in the back of your head that tells you what you're doing is bullshit. That it: just another mask you're putting on to make yourself feel better. To fit in with your little group of friends. You know it's a lie, just like I do... the only difference is admitting it to yourself, something I've already done. You don't work with a particular 'god' or 'goddess'. You don't feel their essence when you sit down, break out the color-coordinated candles, and start breathing funny. You know why you don't? Two simple reasons: (A) They don't exist in the first place, and (B) even if they did... WHY WOULD THEY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU? Think about it. I look at a sea of people in this world who claim to be 'pagan' (or worse yet, fucking Wiccans) and it makes me one of two things: Sad, or just plain pissed off. It's amazing to look at the flood of humans out there who just keep searching for something to make themselves feel better. I'm sorry you had a shitty childhood. I apologize for the fact that you couldn't make friends in high school. I really do wish you could find someone good to date, or could get the acceptance from your parents you always wanted. But you know what? Deciding that you're going to become some idiot who wants to dress funny, dance around a campfire, and light candles to the great Dark Lord Whooperskedoo (and come back later on talking about how you 'invoked him into your presence and it was so bad and dark and scary and ooooh!')... well... that's just fucking stupid. Sorry, but someone has to say it. What I'm trying to say here is that all the pomp and circumstance you're putting into that Samhain ritual you're doing? Worthless. All the candles you lit the other week to help the protection spell you were casting? Didn't do a damn thing. Oh, yeah, and all the unicorns, elves, faeries, leprechauns, dryads, gnomes, dragons, and other assorted creatures you keep seeing? Pay attention to that little voice in the back of your head. The one I told you about earlier. When it says "Wait a second... this is full of shit. Why am I going along with all this?" It's doing nothing but speaking the truth. Now, yeah, I know I have my quirks. Hell, I talk to a stick. What's worse is that I listen when the stick talks back. But, I'm not stupid enough to honestly believe that my stick FUCKING TALKS. It's known as my subconscious, people. I look at the stick, think for a few minutes, and my brain smacks some sense in me. I get bad feelings off of things, sure... but that's 99.9% of the time simply because I know how to read people. Here's a good experiment for you: Take anything you have that you get negative feelings off of, doesn't matter what, and give it to another pagan. Go ahead, give it a shot. The trick here is not to tell them the feelings you get off of it. I'll bet you $5 that they tell you it's full of "Light and Happiness! It's so sparkly and pretty and nice!". Fuckin' wankers. So, in essence, get over yourselves. Get over the bullshit you keep spouting to make yourself feel special, get over the lies you tell to other people so you can keep up appearances, and just fuckin' be. You'll be happier in the end because you won't be lying to yourself anymore... and you know you are. Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
4:43 am [sheerdark]	What Is Freedom? (( Originally posted on July 10th, 2004, on the RageWars.net Forums. Expect something similar in this vein later on. )) I read something today that genuinely pissed me off. Honestly, sincerely pissed me off, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I wake up every morning and have a cigarette outside of the television station I work in. I go inside, sit down at my chair, and begin the process of working through an hour-and-a-half newscast. I do my best to ignore whatever it is that comes on the screen, because I prefer not to let myself get riled up over the news--Afterall, there's nothing *I* can do to affect it, so why should I worry? But, sometimes, little things catch my eye. Blurbs about the state of the nation, or soundbites that deal with our political structure. Of course, I'm a natural-born cynic, so most of it goes in one ear and out the other... but after a while, you start to notice a trend. You see things that just don't look right. And pieces of the puzzle begin to fall together. You hear words that are so well-crafted, put together in a way as to be not only non-offensive but to completely infect the listener with a subliminal message of the carrier's desire. Simple little statements that carry such a huge influence that the mindless masses don't even realize it. Things like "protecting society", or "ensuring our nation's freedom" come in line with policies that involve placing fear within our own citizens, or reinstating the draft (think it can't happen? Think again--The bill's already hit the floor once). Here, we fight a war for a man who says we're ridding the world of terrorism. A man who said that we needed to take out Saddam Hussein because "he tried to kill my daddy". Unbiased and fair indeed. This is what I read: http://brownequalsterrorist.com/artiststatement/# Sit and pay attention to the little things in this story. Let it sink in for a few minutes. There was a time, only a few years ago, where I could walk onto an airplane without any worries other than the ensuing headache and leg cramps. Now, because I wear a pentacle around my neck, I'm likely to be stopped by security and questioned (think it can't happen? It has to several people I know). I have many kinds of blood in my veins--Germanic, Indian, African. Does that make me anything less than an American? Perhaps my skin is light enough to where I won't get harassed. Or perhaps one day I'll be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time... an innocent act that would be completely harmless, yet bring down the might of Homeland Security on my head. Think it can't happen? Re-read the link above. We are dying. Our freedoms are being taken away piece by piece, and we sit by doing nothing. If we question the authority and ruling government? We become terrorists. We are un-American. We are evil, because we decide to discuss alternate ideas that arn't supported. Does this make me a terrorist? What am I? Am I someone who dares to think differently, and try to form their own opinion and way of life? Or am I someone who is bucking the regieme for a sinister reason? Someone who is undermining the efforts that this great country has gone through to make it a safer place? If I can't stand outside and take a photograph, then I don't feel very safe. Maybe right now I don't feel safe at all. Maybe right now, I am a terrorist. And maybe right now, I don't mind that at all. Current Mood: infuriated (Comment on this)
6:23 am [sheerdark]	In Which Ryo Attacks Emo Kids. (( This rant was originally published on Dec. 11th, 2003: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sheerdark/109868.html -- I seriously suggest heading to the original post and reading through the comments, as there are some seriously great points raised. )) You know, you can say a lot about today's society. You can say how advanced we are, and how far we've come. You can say that we're better today than we've ever been throughout history. You can say that humanity has evolved and is continuing to evolve. And I can tell you to shut the fuck up, and that you're wrong. What we have today in society is a bunch of cookie-cutter pieces of human waste who have no idea what it's like to think for themselves outside of a trend. We see an entire generation of youth who not only lack the ability to think for themselves, but choose not to. Instead, it's much easier to take a look at what's being deemed popular around them and just follow that. Clever marketing, fast camera cuts, and the information age have raised a generation of people unable to discern from what's truth and what's manipulation. Here's a good example. Back when I was but a lowely drug-store clerk, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye: In our little rack of cassette & CD singles, I saw a rather attractive young girl gracing the cover of a new track. She was young and cute, looked perfect for bubblegum pop--Exactly the kind of face that's every marketing exec.'s wet dream (and most normal guys, too). Her name was Britney Spears, and her lead song was entitled "Hit Me Baby (One More Time)". I didn't think anything of it, at first, but after a while morbid curiosity prompted me to pick up the tape and give it the once-over. At first, nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye... until I started reading the little blurb on the back of the tape. "Hit Me Baby" is the lead single from her #1 smash CD!" Later on down, in smaller print, it said the name of the album (which escapes me at the moment), and "due in Jan. 1999". It was then that I paused for a moment, brow furrowed. It was only November, 1998. I began to wonder--If the album itself hadn't been released yet, how could it be hailed as a "#1 smash"? I quickly realised exactly what it was--A self-fulfililng prophecy. It's very simple, really. If you go to someone, claiming that Product X is the greatest thing in the world and that everyone is completly into it and ohmygod you have to have it... that will stick with them. Depending on how impressionable they are, it will instantly make their mind associate Product X with whatever is popular at the moment, and for them to be in the 'crowd' they have to pick it up right then and there. Now think about who this is marketed to. Yep, you got it--Impressionable little teenagers who so desperatly want to make sure they're right there with everyone else that they'll completly buy into any trend at all, reguardless of whether or not they actually like it, just to ensure their own popularity. And herein lies the problem. We have an entire nation of people who are willing to forget what they actually enjoy and like, just to fit in with a trend. A complete sheep mentality. It doesn't matter if, deep down inside, they think something completly sucks--So long as it helps them fit in with their group of 'friends' better, they're more than willing to completly lie to themselves just to feel like they're a part of the trend. At what point did our society become so willing to lie to itself, just so we could feel comfortable? I'm no longer a member of the youth. I've gotten older, and even if my actual age places me close enough, I might as well be an old fucknut mentally. But I can look at them and tell you what their problems are. Every generation has a counter-culture--A group of people who buck the system, find their own paths, and in general keep the assorted establishment on their toes. We've seen hippies, punks, goths, slackers--All of whom have done a decent job of making their own styles, utilizing their own mindsets, and eschewing the 'clever' attempts at dragging them into the popular spotlight. Of course, over time, those all become charictures of themselves, so full of poseurs and idiots that to even call it a sub-culture would be a gross misrepresentation. Instead, it's another marketing tool, used against the mindless masses to try and indoctrinate another generation into thinking that the establishment is 'hip and cool' because they're attempting to use a trend that expired years ago in it's mission to sell another toy, video game, or album. So we can see what the past had--What about this generation? What mindset can they turn towards to show their individuality, their true feelings, their desire to be unique? What do those just a few years younger than (and the same age as) myself have as a counter-culture? Emo kids. Holy shit, we're screwed. The new counter culture is a bunch of preppy fuckers who think that their "ironic" t-shirts and lensless glasses that are half-blinded by their sheepdog haircut make them cool, hip, and edgy. The new counter culture thinks that because they listen to whiney music that does nothing but make them cry a solitary tear over the lost love they'll never have back that they're rebelling. Come on, people. I mean, hippies could raise their own vegetables, punkers & goths could kick someone's ass, and even slackers could be used as a freakin' roadblock. What the hell are you gonna do, cry the Man to death? Maybe you'll scare him off with your ancient John Deere hat and Miller High-Life 'brew'. The sad thing is that this 'revolution' is so weak and worthless that it's already been turned into a charicture of itself, and it's only a few years old! We're already seeing posers of the friggin' posers--And do you know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE BEING TOLD IT'S COOL! Well whoopty fucking shit! If they're telling you it's cool, it must BE!! GOD FORBID WE DO SOMETHING ORIGINAL!!! What we need here is a revolution. I'm not talking overthrowing the government (though that wouldn't be too bad)--I'm talking about getting people to wake up and smell the coffee. We need to find something that will wake the generation below us up and realize that just because MTV says it's cool doesn't mean it is. Unfortunatly, there's only so much you can do, and I'm afraid that it may be too late. We're dealing with a group of people who have been taught from early childhood that their opinions are wrong, and that they should go with the crowd. What do you think? Is it too late to save the next generation? Do they even need saving in the first place? Am I just a rambling idiot who should be shot?! Lemme know. Peace. Current Mood: aggravated (Comment on this)
Friday, March 18th, 2005
5:04 am [sheerdark]	The Rantings: Ground Zero Alright, welcome to The Rantings. I'm your main host, sheerdark, AKA Ryo, AKA Crash, AKA Correnth, AKA Brad, AKA god only knows what all else. I'm assuming you guys are here to hear me rant and rave about whatever catches my attention. This is a good thing, because a ranter is only as good as his audience. However, there are a few things to note--We'll go over them here. First and foremost, I am the main writer and madman behind The Rantings. There may come a point in the near future where I open the journal up to a selective few others that I know are able to rant... but for now, it's just me. Each rant posted here will have a unique banner at the top, to let you know what kind of content is going to be put within. They are as follows. These banners are highly subject to change, and will most likely grow in number as things go on. These are just a few of my favourite subjects, so they made the most sense to create first. Lastly, and most importantly, a disclaimer. I am an equal opportunity ranter, and as of thus I tend to go off on a variety of subjects. The odds are, at some point, that I will offend you. I have no problems with this. Come into this with an open mind, and realize that I mean nothing personal by anything I say, and am not trying to personally attack anyone here. However, this does not mean I will mince words, or hold back at all--I tend to go for the throat, and will not let up. If you grow offended or upset over something that I write here, then you have two options available to you. If you want to whine, bitch, moan, or otherwise create meaningless drama? Go do it elsewhere. If you have a clear, concise, and interesting rebuttal? Then comment and let your voice be heard. Be aware, though, that you are expected to bring the heat--Your arguments will most likely be met with rebuttals, so be prepared to defend your stance. You do a good enough job, though, and you'll not only earn my respect, but you could earn a shot at being able to rant here on your own... and you may even be able to change my mind. That's about it for now. You guys should have full commenting status, so feel free to drop a line here with any suggestions for rant material that you might like to see. I'm going to post some older rants later today, and hopefully drop in at least one new piece. Of course, if you read anything that you find particularly insightful, please link it where ever you want--As I said, rants are nothing without an audience to read them. So, with that... welcome to The Rantings. Hope you enjoy the Ride. Current Mood: pleased Current Music: Infected Mushroom - Frog Machine (3 Comments |Comment on this)