A sample, dear reader.
I’m in great pain, but my illness is someting very beautiful. I feel it as the love of Christ. I am given compunction and I give thanks to God. It is on account of my sin. I am sinful and God is trying to purify me ... When I was sixteen years old I asked God to give me a serious illness, a cancer, so that I would suffer for His love and glorify Him through my pain.
How utterly fucked up in the head do you have to be to wantcancer? I mean this makes all those whiny little goth kids who cut themselves in their bedrooms look like paladins of mental stability.
Bloody hell I so want to set this twat on fire but the trouble is he's bleeding well like it. What makes it worse is this rabid shite is on a site holding this wanker up as an example.
I am not taking medicines, nor did I go for surgery, not even for tests, nor will I accept surgery. I will leave God to sort things out.
There's a fine example to set to someone with a disease. Yay! Rot with me! The big beardy bloke will sort it out and if he doesn't well you just didn't pray / grovel / wipe your arse the right way. Hell the "Pro Ana" sites have hgot nothing on these shaved monkeys, they're on a different planet let alone a different league.
I did pop up a comment telling them what a bunch of evil cunts they were. Can't imagine it will stay there very long but it might generate some interesting hate mail and /or prayers for my immortal soul.
UPDATE: To be fair to the godblog the comment not only stayed up the author responded. Sure the response is your typical "You are in error" shite the sanctimonious cunts always come out with but I figure whilst she's busy occupied trying to save my charred and blackened soul she's not out poisoning someone less able to fight back.
7 comments:
Grumpy Dragon,
I am not trying to save your soul. That is for you to do and I would appreciate not being called that name, you don't know me well enough to call me that and if you did, you wouldn't call me that at all. The safety of the Atlantic and the anonymity of the Internet apparently gives you balls. I answered you appropriately and with respect, something you don't seem to have for your fellow man.
A few posts down you whine about your free-will and being able to put whatever you want into your body, and yet you blast Elder Porphyrios for having that same free-will and further a belief system. Talk about being a hypocrit. I would expect someone who appreciates free-will to allow others to have it as well, not just the you-must-agree-with-mine variety. We are all different, I happen to be an Orthodox Christian, like the Elder and our ancient form of Christianity is probably like nothing you have come into contact with, so I will cut you some slack. If you have and you are being obnoxious, and from reading your blog, you might just be, then develope some language skills and learn about others so that you can legitimately debate in the realm of ideas because you are coming off as an opinionated, arrogant ass.
Christ is in our midst!
the handmaid,
Mary-Leah
Hello there.
No anonymity and distance don't give me balls, I just happen to have some and would quite merrily say what I said to you in person. However you are right in that I am indeed an arrogant, opinionated ass; well spotted.
I don't think at any point I said that Elder Porphyrios (my spell checker want to change that to "Porpoise") should be denied his free will to sit there and rot away praising a Middle Eastern sky deity for gifting him with pretty much everything in a medical textbook. What I was saying is that it's a pretty stupid thing to do (as I believe I did on my own post about consuming exploding chemicals).
No, my point is that this religious icon of yours would be classed as mentally ill alongside people who choose to self-harm or starve themselves to death if the "God" word didn't enter the equation. I stand by what I said, the guy is a idiot and his ideas are dangerous, bad and evil.
Why evil? The promulgation of suffering as "noble" and "inspiring" tends not only to reinforce the beliefs of the mentally ill into taking a course of action that leads to unnecessary suffering but ultimately such medieval beliefs, and the political meddling of the church that comes with them, mean that many, many people are condemned to lingering painful deaths without access to a final release from their suffering. What about the free will of those people?
You have the free will and ability to promulgate your beliefs and, to quote Voltaire, I will defend to the death your right to do so. However I also have the right to disagree with you and it just so happens the way I exercised my free will to do so was come diving out of the sun with the breath weapon turned up to "toasty".
Incidentally I spent a while in Russia so am quite familiar with Orthodoxy. I might think that your religion (and most others by the way) are morally bankrupt but you guys have got the best tunes!
Well, dear boy we stand by our statements, so be it. Had you said to me in person, you wouldn't have had teeth. And I am a forty year old woman. Those are fighting words, Christian woman or no and I don't put up with that kind of talk from anyone.
Spell checker? No wonder most of your vocabulary consists of four-letter words!
That said, you are right we have the best music, and the best theology and the greater God. Nevertheless, your idea of compassion is to kill people who suffer? Very well, the Elder didn't want killing, but you apparently didn't pick up on that, most people don't want killing they seek to want to understand the meaning of their life and why they go through certain things. Man doesn't have all the answers and death isn't always the answer.
What you consider "toasty" isn't anything but crass, coarse and assinine, forgive me, I repeat myself. If foul language furthered discourse American Gansta Rap would be the height of civilized musical poetry. Its a set back for all topics it covers.
Speaking of proper terminology, Elder Porphyrios is not an icon or image, he hasn't been made a saint or even considered blessed by the church, he is just a monk who was very holy. Since you are familiar with our Orthodox Church you know what actual icons are, and maybe fifty to hundred years from now the Elder will have one made of him, showing him in his illumined state. Right now we just have his writings and video and photographs of this man of prayer.
Little Draagn man, I have no problem showing you respect and being respectful of your views, I have no problem with your views, I do expect respect in return.
It has been nice, finally having decent discourse with you.
May God bless you.
Peace.
It's so nice for me to have found this blog of yours, it's so interesting. I sure hope and wish that you take courage enough to pay me a visit in my PALAVROSSAVRVS REX!, and plus get some surprise. My blog is also so cool!
Feel free off course to comment as you wish and remember: don't take it wrong, don't think that this visitation I make is a matter of more audiences for my own blogg. No. It's a matter of making universal, realy universal, all this question of bloggs, all the essential causes that bring us all together.
I think it's to UNITE MANKIND that we became bloggers! Don't see language as an obstacle. That's not the point. Pictures talk also. Open your heart and come along!!!!!
Thanks for your visit Joshua. I did visit your blog and it was a surprise as the last thing I was expecting was Portuguese poetry.
You have noble aims sir and I wish you well in your attempt to unify mankind through the medium of blogging. I regret though that my own reason for becoming a blogger was not so lofty, rather I did it so I could vent my little draconic spleen at the arseholes in the world who so richly deserve it.
I have an idea, once I'm finished setting fire to all the fuckwits in our midst how about you then unify the remaining members of humanity that you can't fit in an ashtray.
By my reckoning there should be about six of us left.
Ah Leah, I can see that you are unfamiliar with "swearblogging". It may be that this particular form is still a UK phenomenon but it does exist. Swearblogging is the modern day heir of writers like Swift, poets such as Swinburne and artists like Hogarth in using stark, graphic and often sexual language to make moral and political statements as a counter to the anodine, "politically correct" official language of the time where everyone has to be respectful and no-one is allowed to be offended. Good examples of the genre can be found at blogs such as "The Devil's Kitchen" and "Mr Eugenides". It may not be a high art form in the manner of Shakespeare or Canaletto but it does have the drive, dynamism and "edgyness" of maybe a William Burroughs or Jackson Pollock; characteristics it partly shares with "Gansta Rap" only with about 95% less gold jewellery
Anyway to your points. Firstly an explanation of my use of the word "icon"; I meant this in the general popular use of the term, namely "a person whom is the object of attention and devotion" as in "Elvis Presley is an icon to rock and roll fans all over the world" and not in the sense in which the term is used in the Orthodox church.
However what's with this "We've got the greater god" thing? I thought that the god of all the Abrahamic faiths was the same one and the differences between the religions essentially boil down to whether you sit, stand or scratch your bum at a certain point in the act of worship (big enough reasons for humanity to commit genocide over the years of course, another triumph for religion there.)
And you misrepresent me when you say that my idea of compassion is to kill those who suffer. I happen to think life is great and intend to take it out for dinner and a movie (and a good rogering afterwards) and don't want it to end any time soon. However what I would like is, should I be unlucky enough to get something painful and terminal, to be able to say when my strength is gone and the pain is too much "I want to die now, please can you arrange that for me." and not for someone to tell me that I can't because "life is sacred to God" and because of this idea that suffering is somehow ennobling promulgated nby the likes of yourself and Mr Porphyrios combined with the meddling of Church in politics that option is taken away from me. You have your free will to keep living and suffering to the end; what about my free will and the free will of others to end my life at the time and in the manner of my choosing?
May the Flying Spaghetti Monster touch you with his noodly appendage.
Ramen.
As we used to sing at Turf Moor...
"Oh it's all gone quiet over there.
Oh it's all gone quiet over there.
Oh it's all gone quiet,
All gone quiet,
All gone quiet over there."
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