Merry Christmas Jesus

Christmas is celebrated all around the globe by all kinds of people. But, its primary goal was to remind Christians that supposedly today, Jesus was born. Yep, Jesus of Nazareth, the dude that was killed a long time ago, supposedly he was the savior. Well, years passed by and thanks to the guilt of having killed this poor fellow, the religion spread. Christianity spread like wild fire and the people who started the fire were the Romans. Well, Christianity prospered in Europe thanks to the rulers. Empires then went on to propagate the news; that Christianity was the way, "Or else". Under this new rules many other foreign lands succumbed. Many other cultures, beliefs, ideas, traditions were massacred in the name of guilt. The Europeans managed to put in a little of their beliefs into this new religion. The European Indigenous tribes mixed a little of Jesus and a little bit of animism and nature oriented religion to create what we know as today Christmas. Which is in part why we have Christmas Trees and stuff like that. But, my explanation is very very rough and not that good. So, look that up. I know this is true.

Anyways, heres a little song to make everyone become conscious of what it means to celebrate Christmas.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8jw-ifqwkM

So this is Christmas 
And what have you done 
Another year over 
And a new one just begun 
And so this is Christmas 
I hope you have fun 
The near and the dear ones 
The old and the young 

A very merry Christmas 
And a happy New Year 
Let's hope it's a good one 
Without any fear 

And so this is Christmas War is over 
For weak and for strong If you want it 
For rich and the poor ones War is over 
The world is so wrong Now 
And so Happy Christmas War is over 
For black and for white If you want it 
For yellow and red ones War is over 
Let's stop all the fight Now 

A very merry Christmas 
And a happy New Year 

Let's hope it's a good one 
Without any fear 

And so this is Christmas War is over 
And what have we done If you want it 
Another year over War is over 
And a new one just begun Now 
And so Happy Christmas War is over 
I hope you have fun If you want it 
The near and the dear one War is over 
The old and the young Now 

A very merry Christmas 
And a happy New Year 
Let's hope it's a good one 
Without any fear 

War is over if you want it 
War is over now 

La Razon

Kiubole raza! Pues otra entrada para ver quien demonios se mete aqui y lee mis babosadas. Bueno hoy es el Veinti-tres de Diciembre de el año 2010. Estamos a un par de dias de una de las mas grandes celebraciones de el mundo Cristiano. Yo, la neta no soy un vato al cual le guste celebrar cosas a las cuales no se ni que se celebra ni porque. Hoy, en dia, si se de que se trata la Navidad; y la neta es que es toda una gran confusion. Pero pues ese tema es para otro dia mas apropiado para aclarar todas las dudas. El tema de hoy es el aclarar el porque de mi foto de perfil. Pues esperaba que alguien, cuando este lugar estubiera infestado de gente comentando (lo cual nunca paso), alguna persona curiosa me preguntara que es mi foto. Pues e aqui la razon por mi foto.

A mi me encanta la musica. Yo naci en el año 1990, y vivi y escuche la mayoria de la musica de los 90. Alguna musica buena, pero por la mayoria de estos años, alguna muy mala. Que se puede decir de los Garibaldi? blaahhh

Pero yo todavia alcance a escuchar un poco de Jaguares y Caifanes. Una cancion que me gusta mucho de Caifanes es "No dejes Que". Esta rola chida que viene de el album "El Silencio" de 1992, es una de mis favoritas. No solo por la musica si no tambien por la letra, los arreglos musicales, y la voz de Saul. Aqui les pongo el video para que se pongan en sintonia! (A ver si sirve!)

Bueno, chido chido.

La Letra es necesaria para entender.

No Dejes Que- Caifanes

Cuando veo a travez del vaso
Veo a travez del tiempo
Donde los sentidos se dislocan
Donde los temores se evaporan
Y aprovecho para desdoblarme
Para salir del vaso
Con las paredes sudo tu rastro
Con la memoria busco tu rostro
Y no se por que
No me importa saber por que
No dejes que
Nos coma el diablo amor
Que se trague tu calor
Que eructe mi dolor
No dejes que
Nos coma el diablo amor
Que se trague tu calor
Que eructe mi dolor
Cuando veo a travez del humo
Me voy volando y tu eres mi guia
Entre los mundos nos haremos viejos
Donde algun dia estaremos tranquilos
Y no se por que
No me importa saber por que
No dejes que
Nos coma el diablo amor
Que se trague tu calor
Que eructe mi dolor
No dejes que
Nos coma el diablo amor
Que se trague tu calor
Que eructe mi dolor

Chida la rola que no? Pues por lo de la letra de el vaso, es que se origina mi foto. La verdad es que no tengo ganas de analizar la cancion ahorita. Mejor otro dia!

Saturday

Hello to everyone who reads this shithole. Well its been a great week filled with finals at the local College and I an done. What Now? Where to know? Who know?
It sucks not having a plan.
Just thought I should fill the blog with a better post since nobody commented on the music one. I really like writing about music but nobody seems to care.
So I guess I will just keep doing this thing.

Sympathy for the Devil

Rolling Stones- Sympathy for the Devil

(M. Jagger/K. Richards) 

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

Last time I left off with Pilate and Jesus Christ. Who doesn't know the story? It was a typical "its not my deal" argument. So, historically and philosophically speaking. Jesus was crucified because all of the people at the time who did not see him as the Messiah, wanted him dead. So, when they captured him they sent him to get sentenced by the Romans. The Romans did not want to get their hands dirty with this guy who was making such a big revolt. So in turn, Pilate, "washed his hands" literally, when the time came to sentence him and left it up to the people. Everyone in the crowd furiously wanted him dead. So, he did nothing but to obey to the demands. The song continues with a "smug" tone, with a lot more of claims. This character, the narrator, the voice continues to talk about his feats. Now, centuries later, he is Russian in St. Petersburg. Here, the narrator, claims to have killed the czar and his ministers. Historically, if you dont know, were killed by an angry mob, the Bolshevik. Again, a group of people are responsible for someone's death. The song, at this point, turns into a frantic rhythm of drums, chants, bass line, and very heavy lyrics. A series of visuals are then used to appeal to the listener. The era is now of World War II. This same individual is now a General in a tank who is raging through the battlefield amongst decaying corpses. We get the feeling that he is a German for the use of "Blitzkrieg", a war strategy fonded by the German meaning "to fight a quick and surprising war" a Lightning attack if you will. Again, this individual is part of history as he is responsible for much more deaths. The song then enters into a state of question and we get more of a voice from this individual. For now, he asks the listeners as to his origin, his name, and primarily; his nature. What is the purpose of this individual? Why has he done all of this? How is he able to do so? What is his name? Again, the same individual continues to boast about his achievements throughout history. Now, he relates to the Forty year war for Gods. This is a very tricky one, for all I could think about was the Forty year search of the Jews for a land. The Jewish, after being dispersed in the "Diaspora" had to survive a Forty year outcast from their home, Israel. The same individual bloats as to how many deaths came about during these years, for in Glee, and enjoyment he watched such massacres. The Kings and Queens waged war against other empires in the fight for Man-made God figures. The narrator then tells us about how he shouted "Who killed the Kennedys?" He makes reference to the very Catholic family of the late president John F. Kennedy. The narrator then makes a very daring claim, that it was "You and I" who killed them. What the hell? Who is this horrendous person? Why does he enjoy so much death? To these theoretical questions that the listener might have, the narrator answers. It must be taken in account that this individual, although his very dark resume, is of a very polite manner. He introduces himself to us and tells us all about him. The music at this point of the song has reached a steady climax, it has continued in the same pattern with the addition of a chorus. The chorus has been saying "Woo Woo, Who Who?" This adds to the question we have had since this individual started to introduce himself. He describes himself as a man of wealth and taste. He says that he has laid traps for "troubadours" or poets who get killed before they reach Bombay. Now, this quote I cannot find. Again, his self introduction comes again. His guess as to what you are thinking about him. Who am I? Why am I? The narrator now takes a break from him speaking, for now the ripping guitar comes in. This guitar with heavy yet sharp distortion comes in to set up a chaotic, yet organized, paced sound to the song. As the beating incessant music continues so does the rampage of the guitar. A wild sound amongst a uniform, familiar, sound that has by now become basic to our senses. Our narrator still makes  sounds that resemble that of an animal. Many Woo, Ahmm, Uhhh. Still his questions continue. Who am I? With a very good precise guess as to what we think, almost as if he knows what the listener thinks. At this time we are no longer listening, he is listening to our thoughts and answering all. He states that "just as every cop is a criminal and all of the sinners saints" that to every good there is a bad. That everyone can be bad and good, that is his message as of right now, to us. Still, we do not receive a clear answer as to who he is. The Chorus still asks Who? Who? He finally gives in and answers, just call me Lucifer. A bit of comfortability comes in with his introduction. He says, just call me Lucifer, as if he were saying his nickname. He asks for some respect from us, some manners. For he is a very wild, yet mildly, calm individual that has a passion for chaos. He gives us some pointers, if we meet him, we must be very polite. If no does not follow such petitions, he will, as he has done, "lay our souls to waste". The speaker has now finished confessing all of his "sins". This "individual", Lucifer, has become a good acquaintance of us by this time. We are no strangers, we know him, and he sure as hell doesnt need to know us. He then goes on into a frantic, wild, state that asks with great passion "Whats my name?" "Tell me honey" "Say my name". The music seems appropriate for the tone of his voice now. They are both a wild, organized, evil structure that lures us into hearing them. The guitar makes a comeback and works with "Lucifer" to wreak havoc into our ears. The song fades away as our friend continues, happily, with his orchestra to sing away. 

Sympathy for the Devil, as the title says, asks for sympathy and respect for the ultimate evil in this world. It doesnt matter, it seems, what you call it. For names do not match his nature, he is wild, he is everything that his world has been and will be. He has been in us just as anything else in history. Everyone has met him, we are more than friends with it. For, he has with his pure influence, managed to "woo" us into his ways. Ultimately, all that it ever did was exist and influence mankind. The rest has been up to us, for we as a race have done all the ultimate evil. Many questions were answered, many speculations unveiled, for it has been there within us. Everything that we so much hate and despise in the image of "him" has been in us too. We are him, and he is us. Just as we have always wanted to be with the good, the evil has been more of us. 

The Rolling Stones masterpiece if you ask me.

Cold Day

Today is Thursday, December 9, 2010 and it is a cold day here were I live. Ive been a little down lately, its been a very busy week, I must say. With finals coming up and everything its hectic!

So to do the damn thing once again I am going to post a song that I really like.

Rolling Stones- Sympathy for the Devil

(M. Jagger/K. Richards) 

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo 

This song is actually a very interesting song composed by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones. This song in my opinion is a marvelous song that, just like the title says, calls for sympathy for the ultimate evil. Why? What The! Yep, the song starts out by a rhythmic beat on the drums. When the beating of the drums comes in so does some chants and screams that sound sort of African tribe-like, even South America, along with a Huiro or perhaps one of them shaker things. Both rhythms unite to get accompanied with a piano with some very basic chords. As this processes so does the tempo of the song and then the bass comes in with a rhythmic pattern. With this you are almost sort of transported into the beginning of humans. A very tribal feeling at first, then it evolves into a much more unified musical pattern. As the music progresses so does the human being, sort to say. The evolution of human being from caveman to tribesman to eventually a nomadic man. At this point the imagination runs wild, lots of images come to mind. Maybe a dark night with a fire illuminating the whole view with dark bodies running around the fire to the rhythm of the drums. Then you can picture time continuing and the same tribe evolving. As the song continues the vocal parts initiate. We get an individual presenting himself to the listener. This "man", apparently, has stolen many other man's soul and faith. The song than translates us into the era when the prophet Jesus Christ roamed Jerusalem professing the word. God comes into mind soon enough. The image of uber goodness and salvation is a contradiction to the dark title and musical arrangements which sound very primitive, yet classical.  Civilization, again, advances and we are presented with the trial that so famously lead to the Prophet's death. The lyrics say that this man was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain, and he also made sure that Pilate sealed his faith and exonerated himself from the guilt of putting this man to death. This is a lot to cover! And only one quarter of the song is covered!
Perhaps this should continue tomorrow?
Yes? No?
Too late, I have to go eat dinner  :)

A Little Song Here

Well its Saturday morning and everything is going Slow right now. What can I say, its Saturday. Its the Sabbath. So heres a kick ass song that will make you wanna wake up!

The song is Holy Wars by Megadeth

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I dont understand

Fools like me,who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep,for their beliefs
Do you kill on gods command?

A country thats divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased,no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand

The end is near,its crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Dont look now to israel
It might be your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium,as the Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavels bang,uphold the law
Up on my soapbox,a leader Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holler
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks,repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die, they die

They killed my wife,and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake|
Paid by the alliance,to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes|

Fill the cracks in,with judicial granite
Because I dont say it,dont mean I aint
Thinkin it
Next thing you know,theyll take my thoughts away
I know what I said,now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings

Hello to Everyone

Hello chicks and dudes of the internet! How are you guys doing in this marvelous Wednesday? Im doing great as a matter of fact, just by the sole fact that I am alive. For some, that is more than enough. Here I am again, trying to get everything I have out of my mind. So today I will talk about something everyone in this world can relate to. Yes, its something every living being and sometimes non-living things can experience.

Love
I actually want to write about this because this dude I met today in one of the Philosophy's meetings talked about it. I had actually thought about what he was professing. He said that Love was his primary Philosophy at the time. He very strongly said that Love is everything. And I do come to agree to this simple statement. But I think that the statement alone is rather too simple to take into account and think about it. Love is everything. I do believe it is, it is everything; I could venture into saying that Love is the Soul.
Yes! Tell everyone that we have finally discovered what the Soul is. It is Love.
Now, to set things straight we must first define what Love is.
I think that we can start out by saying what Love is NOT.
Love is not your typical word.
Love is not what you think it is.
Love IS pure.
Love is innate, meaning that we are born with it.
Love is all around us in very different forms of expression
Love can be bad and it can be good.
Love is what makes us.
Love is what destroys us.
Love is very strong.

Think about it as Darth Vader being extremely powerful when he finds out that what he loved the most is now gone. When his force started to fuck everything in its surroundings.
Bad picture?
Anyways, sorry about that.

But love, if you can understand, is a very strong force.
We all know how to love, we are all loved.
The instant that we are created it is through love, maybe not the love that everyone talks nowadays, but more like a love for a connection, a bond with someone. This kind of love is the act of procreation.
Like I said, love has a tons of forms.
We are made through love, we are born through love. The strong feeling of survival, the love for life, the love for existing.
We are nurtured through love, whoever sacrifices their lives for the love of our existence is doing this by love. For the love of another human being. This love that is mutual is a bond for eternity. We are taught that feeling first. The feeling of comfort. The sense of protection. And we love this. And we are taught love. This is love in its purest and most ethical form. Love is than transformed into many other forms.
We try to duplicate this feeling into our everyday lives. We want to feel this Love all the time. Because we love it. (By now, you might be thinking I wrote love to many times!)
We love to feel love. Love, again, is our motive or soul, our fuel, our force.
We "like" a song, because deep inside we love it. Because it produces somewhat similar the feeling that we know as love. We then create different words to express love. We then, so desperately want to feel Love from everyday things and we start liking objects. At the end we sort of water down this emotion.
We have our "favorite" color.
We like a TV show.
We like a car.
And the root of these feelings is love.
We really love these things.
Love is like the original true emotion that branches out to many other feelings. But if we follow through with our emotions we can discover a form of love.
And we cannot blame ourselves for trying to feel love all the time. We want it all the time. It is something truly amazing. It is the closest we get to an eternal truth.
The problem comes when these things are then given a life of their own.
When we drive the love that we have for people of things into an extreme.
We love someone so much and want to feel the love mutually; the same way we felt. We constantly seek the same Love we experienced that made us addicts.
It is the reason behind every success and every failure in the world. In all of history EVERYTHING has been made because of Love.
Yes, everything that you can think of.
A few extreme examples will do the trick (I think).
Who doesn't know of the Holocaust?
Why, everyone has at least once asked, why did Hitler drive all of the German people into participating in such atrocities?
Love
Yea, as fucked up as it sounds I think he did it for love. For any reason that anyone can come up with as to why he did it Love can be the motive.
"Well he did it because he was a Christian and he thought that the Jewish deserved the suffering because of what they did to Jesus Christ"
I would say, he did it because of the Love he had to the religion.
Love as stated already, can be good or bad.
Love, naturally is a good thing. It all depends on how we apply it this emotion. We can love someone or something.
Why do people steal? For love.
Whether be it for the love of what money can get them or for the love of the feeling they get when they steal.
They could probably stole for the love of money, for the love of food, for the love of someone, for the love of something (an I pod). It all comes down to love. And how we express this feeling. It comes down to how we express it and what we do in order to feel love.
This then raises some very serious questions.
All criminals commit their crime because of love?
Yes, I would say.
Should they be pardoned for committing such horrible crimes in the name of love?
No, the noble motive does not excuse the actions that led them to those crimes.
Is love evil?
No, it is what we do of it. We all have a choice.
Love is our force. Love is our everyday motive. Love is power. Love is our soul.
Love.

And with this I must say, It all depends on how one chooses to love. We all choose what to love and how to love. The emotion is one, the forms are many. But it is necessary to create a conscience as to why we live the way we do. Why do we do things? Why do we say things? Why do I choose this over the other?
We must have our foundations set.
We must eliminate false ideals of love.
Money does not represent love.
We must not love objects.
We must remember what Love is and not confuse it with anything else.
Love is one thing and one thing only.
It is not bad to seek Love as long as we do not destroy Love itself.

I think its only appropriate to end this long ass discussion with a song.
All we need is love, and love itself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydfH7iuLR0I

Awww Hell Yea!

So I was barely getting done with this crazy 9 page long paper about "A Doll's House" and I looked into this dudes blog. This dude has some good shit! Im talking about good, sincere, non-biased information, I look at my posts and then his, and I gotta say "This dude knows his thoughts!" Man, he can write! He is pretty good at this, I must say. Oh I guess you might want to know who im talking about or where is this guy?

Here:

http://cborngracemusik.blogspot.com/

Good stuff indeed. I was reading his blog and he sounded very strong against misconceptions that people develop when they follow false knowledge. What he tried to say (without me stealing his thoughts) is that we must not take anything for true only because this dude said it. We must, for ourselves seek our truth. We must break away from the falsehood that has engulfed our humanity. And it made me remember of a very very famous song by Stevie Wonder. Stevie Wonder was right on the path when he wrote the song Superstition. Now, to let you guys see what the hell im talking about listen to the song first and then read the lyrics. Repeat, now listen and read. Good fucking shit! 

Stevie Wonder-Superstition

Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin strong,
You dont wanna save me, sad is my song.

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way, yeh, yeh.

Very superstitious, nothin more to say,
Very superstitious, the devils on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,Superstition aint the way, no, no, no

Comment below :D

Hello, Are you Out There?

Well hello to everyone, it is Monday once again. Start of the weekend for everyone, well for some. I am really looking forward to the rest of this week. There are many things going on this week. This weekend I attended to a very prestigious class that pertains to my interests. Here, in this class I learnt a ton! But this, that I learnt is something that involves everyone in this world.
I clearly came to the realization that sometimes we forget that we are human.

In the place where I "work" we play god, sometimes. There are many responsibilities. Lives are put into our hands, we, for those minutes are god. We are trusted with the lives of human beings, sometimes other kinds of life forms. If we succeed, we feel like we have made a difference. If we fail, we feel like nothing happened.
This job, to many, has become almost a game. We tend to block out the pain, the seriousness of the matter. We do not want to think that lives depend on our actions. I have seen for myself, that these persons that I work with have become alienated from the fact that what we do is so dangerous. We have been trained to try and save a life, but in those teachings we have been instructed to dehumanize ourselves. We no longer see those individuals as persons who are in danger. We see them only as medals, in the case that we do save them, and we try to forget those who dont make it.
We kill. We protect lives also.
But when does the line vanish?
When does it become so easy to simply kill someone?
When do we have a license to kill?
We make judgments as well as any other individual.
We see color, race, age, sex.
What if deep inside we do not care?
What if deep inside, I want that someone to die?
This, is what happens. I want to say that I have always treated everyone the same. I know I have. But maybe I have forgotten about someone. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. Maybe I am only assuring myself, so that I can live without guilt.
Truth is that, as well as I save, I can kill.
We are all gods.
We can all choose.
We are all responsible in one way or the other of someone else's life.

These observations not only apply to my job, but also transcend into everyone's lives.

We are responsible in a way, of every human life.
We must stop depending on a Divine Figure that will miraculously save our loved ones life from cancer when in fact we are the ones who have given them cancer by our filthy habits.
We must stop praying at night so that the neighbor's child who we know gets abused by his parents stops getting abused when we know we can stop it.
We must stop asking for forgiveness to that someone that we wronged years ago, when in fact we can go and ask that person.
We must stop asking for eternity. We must stop asking god to spare our loved one's life. For this law, there is no exception. For asking in the inevitable is only filling ourselves with ignorance.
We are only trying to cover the mountain of problems that this world has with dirt.
There is no other way than to work for a solution.
It is in everyones hands.
We can all make our own world.
We are all "Gods"

Una Vez Mas...

Pues si. Como tal vez se acaban de dar cuenta, una entrada en español. Pues los ultimos dias han sido bastante deprimentes. El Jueves de la semana pasada en la estacion me paso algo que neta, jamas lo crei pasaria. Pues los ultimos tres meses e estado entrenando a un chavo, Jose, vato bueno onda. Hermano de un vato que fue comigo a la prepa, este vato era de esos creidos. Conoci a su hermano el dia que llego a la estacion. Me pregunte, pues este vato no puede ser mas culey que su carnal. Me equivoque. Pues nos hicimos camaradas, el me contaba de sus problemas, de su vida. Yo le contaba tambien sobre mi vida, lo animaba al vato. En fin, nos hicimos amigos. Pero siempre este vato andaba medio wey, como que se creia mucho. No lo vi, no le preste atencion. Bueno, el wey me empezaba a caer mal por algunas otra mensadas. Luego llego otro Jueves, note como con sus amigos el wey era diferente; se creia mucho, se ponia muy cabron. Eh, no le puse demasiada atencion. Pues el pasado Jueves el desgraciado este me traiciono. El perro este me ataco, cuando jugando con otro de la estacion, un vato que no considero mi amigo, pero pues ya llevo bastantes años conociendolo, le estaba diciendo que se arrodillara. Pues un poco cabiz-bajo, pero igual, se me quita luego luego.
Lo cual me trae a escribir sobre el significado de las palabras.

Las Palabras por su naturaleza tienen una definicion. Cada palabra corresponde con mas palabras que usadas en algun orden, dan el significado a esta primera. Un poco confuso, en verdad es bastante raro el porque y como de las palabras. Creo, que el "Logos" la palabra se origino de la necesidad de todos los seres vivientes de expresarse y comunicarse. De una necesidad nacio la comunicacion. Los humanos entonces usaban sonidos para expresarse y comunicarse, llegaban a entederse. Me imagino que algunos sonidos comunes como el estornudo, el suspiro, la risa, el llanto; estas son las fuentes de toda las palabras. Sentimientos profundos que despues, como raices de arboles se extendieron y se plantaron en nuestra naturaleza. De la risa vino el reir, la comedia, la felicidad. De el suspiro vino la relfexion, el amor, la pregunta, la paz, la amistad, el amor. El estornudo es, creo, bastante obvio! Jaja. El Llanto, de aqui salio los lamentos, la comprension, la piedad, el perdon. Y bueno, no se, Muchas muchas cosas mas. Claro, que pensandolo bien, puedo ver a todas estas formas de expresarse originando de las emociones. Y creo, que a lo mejor si tu que por alguna movida chueca de la vida llegas a leer esto, crees lo mismo, y dices, "Claro!".

Pues si, las palabras en si son los sentimientos humanos con sonido. Formas de enteder a alguien mas por sonidos. Las Palabras en si son sagradas, El Logos, es un regalo. Es algo que en si es bastante magico y mistico, pero pues de eso todavia no se. Yo creo que con los miles de años que han pasado las palabras se han ido de-valorando, o mejor dicho, los humanos hemos ido de-valorandolas. Ya han perdido la magia, el espiritu que siempre han tenido. Los diccionarios son nada mas que simples copias de carbon de lo que algun dia fue algo tan divino y tan humano. Los diccionarios en si son simples copias baratas que no captan nada de la esencia de las palabras. Si, las definiciones no son nada mas que mas palabras que ocupan mas definiciones, en si una gran hoyo que jamas alcanza a taparse. Las palabras son sentimientos en accion, en sonidos.

Es asi, con esta idea, que llegue a la conclusion de que hoy en dia nadie sabe lo que dice. Es demasiado facil hablar y expresarse sin ninguna emocion o sentido. Es tan facil emitir un sonido sin tener que en verdad saber lo que es eso que producistes. El habla, hoy en dia, esta en abundancia y es usado sin discriminacion alguna. Es por esta ignorancia que muchas personas han muerto. En la historia, Miles y miles, Millones de millones, un numero extremadamente ridiculo de muertes, no solamente humanas pero en lo general, muertes. Por solo un sentimiento expresado en sonido.

Los humanos no somos expertos en nada. Todo lo que conocemos hoy como tecnologia o conocimento esta plantado en algo erroneo que al parecer funciono para algunos cuantos y lo pronunciamos como verdad. No creo que avanzaremos lejos cuando en el principio empezamos mal. Y este concepto es visible todos los dias en cualquier parte del mundo. Los suicidios de chavos en la escuela, las matanzas en todo el mundo, la deforestacion, el exterminio de animales ( los animales tambien expresan sus emociones). Y uno no tiene que fijarse a nivel mundial para observar esto, a nivel singular, celular, es notable esto. Cuando alguien te dice una mentira, o cuando dices una mentira. A nivel interpersonal, cuando alguien discute con alguien mas. Para dar ejemplo, la palabra "Amigo". Quien no sabe lo que es un amigo? Creo que si a todos les preguntaran que es un amigo, todos contestarian lo mismo. Tienen la misma idea, pero aun asi, sabiendo lo que es un amigo, la palabra se pierde en la definicion y el uso. Cualquiera es un amigo, paginas como Facebook, usan la palabra "amigo" para agregar a gente que quizas ni sean tus amigo, que jamas haigas conocido, que a lo mejor jamas le hablastes y aun asi ni les hablas, y aun mas ridiculo, ni son personas (spam, robots, etc.) El amigo en si deja de ser lo que en teoria es. La palabra pierde la definicion; la emocion expresada pierde el sentido de ser.

Se que tenemos el poder de corregir los errores. Se que existen las excepciones. Hay seres vivientes que entienden y saben lo que expresan. No se es imposible. Lo que se es imposible es seguir viviendo en esta confucion. Es tan simple como todos nos han dicho, "Piensa antes de Hablar".
Todos lo pueden hacer. Me imagino que todos deveriamos nacer mudos para en si apreciar lo que tenemos. Para entonces desarrollar primero las emociones, el sentido, el intelectuo, y despues aprender a usar todo esto para comunicarlo. Es bastante radical esto, lo se. Y naturalmente casi imposible. Pero, como dije, imposible mis polainas. Los mudos son un claro ejemplo de esto. Y quien sabe si como avanzan los humanos y evolucionan si esto que veo yo no se convierte en realidad.

La neta es que esta entrada en el blog me dejo perplejo a mi. Es posible que yo haiga cometido errores, es mas que probable, es un hecho. Bueno chaviza, los dejo con esto.
Piensen antes de Hablar.
Piensen!

Fuck this shit

As the title of this post says, "Fuck this shit". I no longer give a flying fuck if anyone ever does read this thing. I will only write what is on my head. Right now, the song "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles is playing on the Ipod Touch I was handed down. Yes, another music entry. Music and Philsophy were the intial causes as to why I decided to make this place.
So in honor of my initial cause I will do so.

The song "Here Comes the Sun" of The Beatles is one of my favorite songs. This song to me talks about how after darkness always comes the light. As long as the world exists this will apply. The story has always been the same, one could say it is a rule, a given, a fact. Since I believe that everything in the world is a reflection human behavior and experiences we could much very learn lots from this simple yet looked-over observation. Why is that after, say; falling down while running you subconciously get up. You dont have to think about getting up, one always tries to get up and keep going. Like this, it is everything in life. If we fall, we are already getting up without us even thinking about doing so. We humans, I believe, are deeply rooted to this planet and all of its things, we are one. We seemed to have learned many of its attributes, its behavior we have copied. So like the song, "Here Comes the Sun" we must always be ready to embrace another day, for there is always a tomorrow. Unless of course you fucking die, then who knows? Maybe yes. Maybe no. But then again if we look at how things behave in our planet nothing ever dies, it changes, it keeps going, it is recycled.

I like the song, it speaks of a truth that nobody seems to care of. The song is of hope and of a tomorrow that keeps coming regardless.

A New Hope!

How you like the title suckas! Ha, yes I stole it from Star Wars. I grew up watching Star Wars in Mexico. In spanish. In "Canal Cinco" 5*...It must have been around 1995 that I first saw Star Wars. I assume it was this year because i was a wee kid at the time. I grew up with this channel. Which might also explain why my favorite number is also 5. Anyways, this channel was the shit. Every weekend they had some badass movies.
And to name a few which I can remember:
Star Wars (the first three)
The NeverEnding Story
The Witches
Time Bandits
The Goonies
Once Upon a Forest
Forrest Gump
Back to the Future... All of them
The Karate Kid
Jason movies
Freddy Krueger
The Blob
Jaws
Hook

These movies every weekend were sort of shuffled. These movies made my childhood along with many other cartoons such as:
Muppet Babies
Street Sharks
The Pink Panther
Merrie Melodies
Looney Tunes
Popeye
Dragon Ball
Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers
Duck Tales
Scooby Doo
Batman
Spiderman

All of these and many more cartoons which I do not know the name of the cartoons are what made my childhood. Man do i miss these cartoons. Compared to what kids watch these days, I ask WTF!
So if any of you have any blurry childhood stories about a certain cartoon or movie that you vaguely remember please share!

Let America be America Again- 1938

Let America be America Again

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?  And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek-- And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home-- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free." The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay-- Except the dream that's almost dead today. O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet-- And yet must be--the land where every man is free. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-- The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath-- America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!  Langston Hughes  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The message of this poem, to me, still applies today. We still haven't gotten what they promised this place would be. We have all been lied to.  Comment below with your thoughts.

Why are many of my posts on Monday?

Today is kind of a weird day for me. It is Monday October 24 of the year 2010. My left wrist hurts like a motherfucker. I kind of have a weird feeling about people. People I thought I knew and liked, i.e. my friends, i seem to not recognize them. I kind of feel like I do not know anyone anymore. I dont know who I am. What I do. Why? Or anything like that.
Sometimes I feel like I know what I am. But then come these days that make me start from zero again. I forget my reasons, I forget lots of things that made me who I was that day. If there is anything out there that can explain what this is, I wish I knew what it was. But then again, what use would it be? I would forget once again, plus I have never been good with definitions or titles.
I dont understand names, titles, definitions.
If memories make us, then I really do have a problem. I can only recall certain things, on only some days. I change all the time. My memories change all the time. They never seem constant.
What am I?
At one moment I am a friend, at another a healer, at another a savior, at another a musician, at another a poet, at another a sick minded, at another a winner, at another a winner, at another a killer, at another everything, then again i turn into nothing.
I learn things, i love learning. I know that. But what use is it when I seem to forget those things that i learn.
One thing I do recognize, is that for those short-lived times when I see reality I am happy. For those that I cannot see I feel hopeful and challenged for I want to break free.
I want to break free of everything.
I dont want to have friends.
I want to know the reasons behind my behavior.
Right now, memories come back to me of a place where I was, a place where i still am.
Maybe life is bound to change at all times, nothing constant. Always moving, nothing the same. Extreme changes. One day I will go back to that place of stillness. Of warmth. Of brightness. Of innocence. Of knowing about my whereabouts.
But until then I suppose I must play along in the game, I must keep changing. Time is everlasting. As well as me.
Maybe one day I will stop and know where, why, and what am i.

Ahh a post on Wednesday

I am sending this post from the computer in a bedroom in the house in which i live in here in the United States which is in the Continent America here in Planet Earth. That was dumb, anyways its middle of the week and I just felt like taking the Religion off of the Blog. Some might get the erroneous idea that all this blog posts is religion. Naa, religion is not that important to me.

Okay so I know some of you people are still in school some in High School (lucky bastards) and some in College/ University (pobrecitos). I feel you guys, Midterms are here and they are trying to kick our asses but ill be damned if they at least try to!
Me, I'm finished with my Midterms, all I have left to do is a Midterm Paper for Government. I hate Government and I have to take the damn class.

Anyways, seeing as how everyone likes to take a little weight off use the space provided to let it all out!
Don't be shy Punks!
Comment or DIE!!!

Religion Continued

If you have been keeping up with this boring Blog you would know that this is the continuation of a series. Haha, okay! Im actually only doing this as a form of review for my test tomorrow which covers Hinduism and Buddhism. Today, Buddhism!

Buddhism actually emerged from India. The man behind the name, "Buddha", actually named Siddhartha Gautama. He was born into a prophecy which stated that when he grew up he could be two things: a great ruler of his people or lead a selfish life of knowledge as "the enlightened one". His father, a rich emperor of his land, sought to have the rich ruler and try to surround his son with greatness. He grew up with riches, nothing bad around him up until he was about thirty (i think). Dude was married and with kids and everything. One day as he was cruising around in his chariot he came upon four sites. The first site;an old man, he then realized that one day he could become old. The second; a sick man, he saw that one day he could become sick. The third site; he saw a dead man; upon seeing this he knew that one day he would die. The last thing he saw in his trip was a wandering man, a Hindu monk, he saw how calm and care-free he lived and he knew that this was his calling. Eventually he left his house to lead the life of that monk, he wandered around to seek the truth. He became a follower of Hinduism and under the teachings of Hinduism and a few monks he fell. Here he supposedly quit food for SIX YEARS as well as staying in a Lotus position, never to move. Here he became aware of his appearance, one could almost call to mind a skeleton walking. The stories tell that in some of his weak moments he would eat his own shit to quench his thirst and hunger! Anyways, fed up with the bullshit (pun intended!) he left, tried to get up but fell into a river and almost drowned but somehow managed to survive. Now with food, he could see what had happened. After trying to rid himself of all earthly attachments such as food, he had gone to an extreme of almost dying. This, he thought was not the way to live. So he came up with the "Middle Way". Its exactly what it sounds like, living with only the sufficient amount of things.  So this dude eventually taught many individuals in his lifetime, herding up to thousands of followers simply by walking along the country. He eventually dies and is liberated into "Nirvana", the freedom from being reborn.
Basically, Buddhism, is similar to Hinduism. Except that there is no god or gods to venerate. You do re-incarnate, but not in the same entirety. Karma, is the actions that you do that build up regardless of good or bad in this life and in the ones to follow. So, you have basically one chance, that is to be a human and to escape the cycle of life. You must, if you want, follow the path that the "Buddha" followed, he is not a god, he is a person that succeeded. Buddha means the "awakened one".

Buddhism, in my opinion is a fantastic way to view life. Taken out of its teachings, it is practical and it gives hope regardless if it is true or not.

Comment below on any thoughts you might have!

Time out or ass beating?

Earlier in the week, I had a conversation with my girlfriend about kids at her job being spoiled, throwing fits, and being disrespectful to others (she works at a daycare). I tell her, "if those where my kids id whoop their ass!". She then goes and asks me "If we do get married, and have kids, are you going to whip our kids?". I instantly said "Yes", which she wasn't against it (thank god). What I am trying to say is, whooping your kids is a good thing. Maybe some people out there have a different method of controlling their kid's, which is ok, but once in a while those those kid's need a good ass whooping. I see too many kid's now a days that disrespect their parents in public places and also some in my family and with friends that have kid's. Now don't get me wrong, I ain't calling them bad parent's or judging their way of raising kids, what I'm trying to get too is hitting your kids is not bad. Now I ain't talking about a severe beating, like throwing a chair at them LOL.
Growing up my dad and at times, my mom, would whoop me. I remember some of those ass beatings. Yea I did something wrong, and I deserved them. I grew up with a little fear towards my dad. I would think twice of doing something stupid because of the fear of getting him mad and get an ass beating. Sometimes when I talk to people about it, and tell them that I lost count of how many times he beat my ass, many are shocked of how much he whooped my ass. But I always tell em, as ironic as it sounds, I appreciate all those ass beatings growing up, made me the person I am now. I was a lazy student through out school, but my dad kept my ass in line to finish high school, and now I'm less than a year away from finishing college. And not just because of school, but I would do some stupid things outside the house that would get me beatings. All I'm trying to say because of his strict method growing up, I think I turned out pretty good. Like stated before, I had a little fear towards my dad, but he was also my best friend. I loved hanging out with him, and we have a relationship that I don't see in many. We are always joking around, and we can talk about everything, if it's talking about religion, sports, politics, advice or just his old growing up stories in Mexico. Well I guess, what I am really trying to say is that many people see hitting your kids is a bad thing, many see it as a extremely horrible thing. I can say my ass beatings and how I was raised where a positive impact in my life.