Humanist Cunts and Moral Fucks

Galileo Died for Our Sins

Oh, how I tire of the secular humanist. The atheist Christian. Their worship of Man as the ideal (not even a particular man, but Man in the abstract, a fleshless phantom). How they prostrate themselves before his alter, offering up the sacred Paeans to Science. Not particular useful sciences, of course. Not technology, or applied power – blasphemy! It is the idea of Science; their Holy Ghost. Needless to say they will make scientific demonstrations of morality. Evolution, after all, proves altruism, does it not? Human society demonstrates a moral order in nature! They discard God and bring Heaven down to Earth, these pious atheists. We have a duty to be tolerant, to love our fellow men, to share and share alike. Our genes command us! How dare we defy the natural order of things? How dare we think of ourselves first? What petty egoists we would be!

They will recoil in horror at the idea that some are not deserving of respect. That some are inferior to others. That some are born inferior. That some have no right to life, and are superfluous. This violates their commandment of love. How dare you speak to them of human inequality? Saint Gould has spoken, is he not a canonized Scientist? An expert even? They will hear nothing of this heresy.

All the races and sexes are equal we are assured, interchangeable. Contrary to every other known animal, man’s physiological differences are irrelevant. After all, does he not carry the spirit of Man in his heart? Is he not the begat of the same DNA. Brothers, all; nay, sisters – for anymore they can not even worship Man, they must worship the Human. Man would be sexist. Sexism is a sin. We should treat women with respect. All values are relative – all are equal. Except, of course, for the idea that some are unequal. Why, even speaking of it should be a crime.

All must become members of the Church of Humanity, under the Cardinals of Democracy; these fine experts. For they know what’s best – they went to University, didn’t they? That is where men are taught to know what is best for other men, is it not? What use is education if it is not Humanitarian?

Music to Pound Lolitas By

The most sex loaded music in the world. What is it? Better question: can I download it somewhere? The first question I can answer. This is music that will make you want to ride a sixteen year old’s face.

Sexplosion! – My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult

What’s your name? Secret. What’s yours?

 

This overtly LaVeyan Satanic industrial romp is the product of that Frankie Nardiello and Marston Daley, with lots of help from Thomas Thorn (who later went on to form the even more overtly Satanic Electric Hellfire Club). The album covers everything you might encounter when out for a good time, from being stood up for a date to shemale prostitutes. The music has a quality simultaneously vintage and rave-bodied, and will leave you looking for the lotion. Great tracks include Martini Built for Two and Sex on Wheelz.

Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By – Lovage

The work of the incomparable Mike Patton of Faith No More and Tomahawk, this is just a fantastic collection of libido-driven tracks. The range of topics it covers – from Archie and Veronica, to swingers, to James Bond/50s movie train fucking – is great. And it’s all hot as Hell and twice as sinful, with innuendos so thick nobody can doubt what they’re talking about. Patton’s vocal range is amazing, as usual, and Jennifer Patton sounds like an absolute pussycat. Speaking of which, Stroker Ace is a good a track to start with as any. From there I recommend Strangers on a Train and Book of the Month.

Enjoy, boys and girls.

Addiction Porn

 

There's the Bread, Where's the Sauce?

 

Recently participated in a forum conversation, mainly with a Jehovah’s Witness and a Mormon. They were insisting that pornography is objectionable on a number of specious grounds, but attempted to make typical bullshit ‘social justice’ and relationship arguments at first.
I started reading at Midnight Pete (Generic ‘Christian’): “Addiction is never a good thing, be it heroin or alcohol or gambling or food. What’s so great about addiction? How is it good for you to have an addiction?”
Or maybe you’re just superimposing your values on other people. No. Who would do that? I can’t stand this dumbass hubris, these moralizing twats who think they’re in some elevated position to judge with the vision of the stars. Of course, we know that the stars don’t give a fuck. The concept of ‘addiction‘ is nonsense to begin with, people do things because they want to, otherwise they wouldn’t do them. Smoke too much heroin, now it hurts to stop? That’s why the rest of us think ahead. Then he’s using this to arbitrarily casting aspersions on those of us who enjoy the frequent trip to the porn store (or more likely, the Pirate Bay). As though playing with your camel toe has consequences comparable to crack cocaine. Fucking dumbass.

Moving on, we encounter Pegg, the Jehovah’s Witness who gives us this gem of wisdom: “im going to simply say that porn degrades our (male and female) sexuality, it turns it into something to be used for entertainment, for profiteering and this cheapens its value. If you cherish something you treat it with respect and dignity…IMO porn does the opposite and for that reason I view it as bad.”
In the first place, notice this term ‘degrades’. Which is code for ‘contradicts my arbitrary values”. So right off the bat she’s saying she views porn as bad because she disapproves of it. Wow, informative, right? And sex being turned into entertainment?! God forbid! It should be boring as fuck! And how dare anyone profit off of sex? Doing something other people want to make money? Profit, of course, is disrespectful – I mean, people never take care of or show regard for things that make them money? Why would they?! And there’s no dignity to be had, either. Those money-grubbing capitalists.
Of course, the idea that sex has any kind of intrinsic value is stupid anyways. You can hear (read) the self-slavery in her tone, we have a duty to respect sex.

Then Yona, some Yid who still censors the name of God because he’s fucking stupid, chimes in: “Not to mention, it very often degrades women (specifically) and depicts them as nothing but disposable cum dumpsters.”
As opposed to what? That’s what they are sometimes, and lots of women aren’t good for much else aside from shutting the fuck up and going away. You don’t pay the hooker to stay, you pay her to leave, after all. Just like the Feminazi cunts he automatically presume that we’re all supposed to be horrified at the prospect. I’ve been a cum dumpster. It’s not bad work, if you can get it.

After I called Pegg on her socialist rhetoric, she responds: “but we all agree that some things should not be sold people should not be sold for instance im sure we all agree on that”
I called bullshit, because if you want to sell yourself into slavery or sell some stupid terrorist asshole (such as Joe Arpaio) into slavery, I’m all for it. That’s the great thing about capitalism, it makes sure all the right people get enslaved. By the way, why the fuck can’t she use basic grammar? Is her shift key stuck? Along with all the punctuation keys? I hate that shit, learn to type, asshat.

I said that anti-porn people were just as stupid as the religious cranks who think eating pork is evil. To which Yona, in a typical Yid fashion (ANTI-SEMITE ANTI-SEMITE) repied: “Yeah, stupid Jooozz, pssssh.”
But I let him get what was coming:  “The Jewish religion is stupid. Just because the Nazis killed you people doesn’t give you an license to spout gibberish.”

Why do these cretins love to fear porn? The revelation came finally came in the form of a Latter-Day Saint, tomato1236: The reason I think porn is bad, is because I feel wrong while and guilty after I look at it. I spent some time as a kid trying it out, and I found that the little things in life lost their savor. I no longer found satisfaction in the little things. When I closed my eyes, there was porn instead of peace and reflection. I began to lose self-respect and became a little more insecure knowing I was losing the ability to control my own mind and body. These are not fun things or good things to me. It felt great while looking at it. But comparing that moment of pleasure with dissatisfaction with my overall, long-term satisfaction made it an unworthy sacrifice. And a difficult habit to break. I did get through it, stopped it, and now I once again enjoy the nuance of life and feel peace.

And there we go. You got guilt tripped by your superstitions. How quaint.