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Farewell, Christopher Hitchens.

Christopher Hitchens, 1949–2011

Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I fear a sordid death, where I am incapacitated or imbecilic at the end which isn’t something to be afraid of, it’s something to be terrified of.

It’s in times like this when, ironically, words just fail — it is so hard to convey some feelings. No, I was not so lucky to have met Mr. Hitchens in person, I cannot claim to know what kind of person he was, or how well he performed all of those roles each individual assumes throughout their life.

But I did know him as a mentor, as a writer, as a delusion slayer, as an educator of the masses. I was so fortunate to have exchanged a few emails with him, such an inspiring human being.

We knew him through his essays and books, his loudness, his brilliant rhetoric, his boldness, for his inspiring reasoning, and his amazingly blunt debate skills. He was such a pleasure to listen to.

I remember a few months ago, he was asked in an interview, “so, you’re dying…”, He calmly smiled and said, “Yes, but so are you.” The only good thing about these announced deaths, is the opportunity we get to show the sick person how much we cherish, and appreciate them. I hope he sensed how much we treasured him and his work.

He’s not resting in peace, he’s not in a better nor worse place, he simply is no more. Hence this feeling of irreparable loss.

All that is left for us is to celebrate his time on earth, and be thankful for what he gave us, that hopefully will continue to enlighten future generations. This was a life worthy of a great celebration.

Farewell, Hitch, you mighty warrior for rationality and reason, you! Thank you for your invaluable contribution to humanity’s enlightenment.

This is not a tribute, I am not qualified to do that. I just needed closure.

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Crosses

Posted By Martin S Pribble

I don’t normally do poetry but yesterday I awoke with some of this running around my head. Thanks to Monica for allowing me to cross-post this here.

Crosses

Cross yourself and speak unto Jesus
And hope for the species that the people deceased
Are released from the pain and the suffering
Your faith is decreasing, the pages are creasing
In the only book you’ve been reading.
The idea is appealing, but somehow revealing
Of the fear that you’re breeding.

And you’re left needing…

You’re only human.
A part of this species that does as it pleases.
If you do what they tell you then you will be free,
Dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s,
Putting crosses in boxes like a job application
Delivered not into temptation but redemption
And carry the cross on your chest like disease
The people beneath us will be recieved above,
And you will be there to receive all the love.

Still you cross your chest as you cross your fingers,
And cross your legs too for there’s evil down there,
And preach the love as the hatred increases,
The cross on your chest, double-crossing the rest,
Treating others like feces.

As the crosses increase for the people beneath us
Crossing your chest as you cross your fingers
The hope that you’ll be received
And haven’t been deceived,
That the Jesus you speak of
Is real and forgiving.
You give up on living, your life is in pieces
Dashed against rocks, or stoned for your failings.

The bible tells you you’ll go to heaven,
You’ve been told this since before you were seven,
But even now you have doubts,
The cross is a crutch to reassure you.
Crossing your fingers and crossing your chest, if you’re good, and love Jesus, you’ll see heaven with the rest.
See, he died for you
And when you leave the species you’ll be with him too…

Cross your fingers…

Originally posted at Martin S Pribble.

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Relying on religion instead of yourself – not such a good plan.

A couple of weeks ago, we celebrated my cousin’s birthday. He and his wife have a somewhat funny story — not in a ha-ha way. They got married then got divorced and then got back together, and re-married, (say that twice more with four kids in the middle, who now have kids of their own), let’s say their marriage has pretty much gone down a bumpy road for twenty-some years. My cousin and his wife after being Catholic their whole life, have now become Christians.

Portrait of Isaac Massa and his wife, Beatrix ...

They decided my cousin’s birthday party would be the perfect opportunity to renew their wedding vows so, this was a birthday, plus a Vow Renewal Ceremony, right? Don’t really know how that works, if you swore to love and cherish someone forever like three times before, and failed to keep your promise, why a fourth time would go differently? Well, their answer, I presume, would be: They now have a new religion.

I figure you know how these ceremonies go, so many inane assertions, like, I heard the pastor’s wife, who was the person leading this ceremony, say: “all things are possible through the grace of the lord” so many times, that I threw up in my mouth a little bit — repeatedly.

Oh yeah, there was a lady pastor running the show, excuse me, leading the ceremony — a she-pastor.(?) The pastor’s wife, really. Right there you have an example of how blatantly these Christians twist and stretch their holy book’s teachings to accommodate their beliefs into what is convenient to them. Don’t they know women were not allowed to even speak in the temple back then in bible age, let alone be priestesses or whatever that is? Even nowadays not only aren’t women all that appreciated in those areas of the world where the bible depicts its stories, but back then they were less important than cattle, but I digress.

What somehow pains me, is this mumbo-jumbo christian discourse, and I’m using this word lightly, is the glue that now holds this marriage together… so, in this particular situation, one really shouldn’t go creating awareness on the kind of deceit Christianity is. They don’t have a new god, they have a new religion. The problem I see is, these folks had to turn to a new religion to stay together, as if some magical entity, (the christian god, same god they worshiped before), is going to make things better; whereas I would think that a better sense of commitment to each other, a real desire to make their spouse happy, putting the needs of the other before their own, would be a good enough and more effective silk-lace to keep them together, and their marriage going smoothly. Honestly, I feel frustrated.

It is very sad to see otherwise intelligent people, rely on religion, instead of taking responsibility of their actions, owning up to their faults, accepting the consequences of the mistakes they made before, and improving their relationship through their own working on making it happen. Anyway, I hope they succeed at life as a married couple, this time around, and finally be very happy.

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