The Gayness of Chad Elliott

Well, well, well!! It has come to my attention that The Atheist Killa (AKA Chad Elliott) has put up a blog post about how the BIG, BAD, SKY-DADDY just HATES those Gay-boys – or at least, what they do in bed with each other; how interesting that this looooong diatribe appeared within days of my post to his Blue House Apologetic group on FB where I hinted ever so subtly that he might secretly want some man-on-man action himself. Talk about obvious!! I mean, the silly little bitch doesn’t even realise that he’s just run up a great, big, Rainbow flag about how scared he is of his own attraction to THE DICK!!

(Sigh) – the poor, wee lad has been so far discombobulated that he has felt the need to post not one, but two tracts outlining what “The Go(o)d Book” says about how very nasty Homosexual sex is (apparently, we’re not allowed to call them ‘Gay’, ‘cause little fish like that word). What’s interesting about that wee fact is that all the other subjects on the blog only get ONE mention – at all. Really, children, it’s just too funny/sad/obscenely pathetic. I put some salt in the wounds, just to see if the little fish will bite. Here they are.

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Now then, little fish; it seems like Auntie Hellen has gotten up your firm, pert ass with that comment about liking the Gay boys – otherwise, why this completely over-the-top diatribe about how much the God-squad’s rule-book says nasty things about them? C’mon, little fish; you’re not fooling anyone but yourself – HONESTLY.

Take it from Auntie Hellen, sugar-buns; we ALL know what you really want. Every study ever made of those boys who say they just can’t abide the Men of the Rainbow has shown without a skerrick of doubt that their level of antipathy is in direct proportion to their doubts about their own sexual desires – and you are no exception. Judging by this lot, you’re a raving Flamer from way back – and you know it! I guess all those hot, naked bods in the showers gave you a REALLY hard time, huh?

And all those über-macho expressions of male stereotyping? The muscles? The tattoos? The sports jock behaviour? Even the way you flash that beeatch of yours around like some kind of trophy-wife (who you have kids with out of wedlock, which is something your sky-daddy’s rule-book REALLY condemns – I mean, we’re talking the BIG TEN here) – all of that shit just SCREAMS how desperate you are to show that you are NOT Gay; the point being that, if you are REALLY not Gay, why make such a big deal out of it? You’re running scared, little fish, and everyone knows it.

Well don’t sweat it, sweetie; nobody but you gives a rat’s rectum who you hanker after. Just be honest about it, stop trying to make out that your BIG, BAD, DUMMY-SPITTING, SKY-DADDY gives you a reason to deny your true desires, get that tight little, man-craving bubble-butt of yours down to the nearest Gay-bar and get some action – mano-e-mano. We’ll all be a lot happier and so will you.

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Goodness me! TWO posts about the "evils" of homosexuality - where all the other stuff on here only merits one? You're signalling again, little fish!

Keep this up and even those dumb-ass hetero boys you hang out with will start to put two-and-two together; I mean, for someone who is so dead-set against mixing with the Gay-boys, you certainly spend a great deal of time talking about them. It's looking a little TOO obvious, sweet cheeks.

Now .... about these scribblings from God's word you’ve posted here in your increasingly transparent attempt to hide your true nature. Gen 19: 1-11: the old "Sodom-and-Gomorrah" story is always first cab off the rank; sadly, as an admonition against the actions of man-on-man men it doesn’t hold up. The story does make the point that homosexual rape is a bad thing (after all, that’s what the town-folk where talking about), but it doesn’t specifically mention Gay sex – at all.

The actual attempted offense at Sodom was homosexual rape, probably not precipitated by sexual preference but by the desire to humiliate the visitors, to bring them into submission (a common practice in the ancient world; still present, e.g., among prison populations). The text itself says nothing about a given homosexual orientation or about non-violent sexual behavior; it does condemn homosexual violence in the harshest terms. (Gaiser 1990; wordandworld.luthersem.edu/content/pdfs/10-2_Sex.../10-2_Gaiser.pdf‎)

On the other hand, it should also be noted that Lot – this “good man” God was happy to save – offered his two virgin daughters to the crowd to “do to them as you wish” (Gen. 19:8, same version you use), if they would just leave him and his guests in peace. Tell me, little fish, would you offer up you kids for sex to anyone? For any reason? I guess so, since it seems to be OK with your God.

I’ll get back to you on the other “proofs” you’ve presented here later; right now I’m off to the football ground to hang out with those big, beefy, muscled, masculine boys you so clearly desire. Jealous, little fish?

I DIDN'T FRKIN DO IT!!!!!!

I HATE - HATE - HATE - being blamed for something I didn't do!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME??? It pisses me off big time! Maybe it stems from the fact that I was the youngest in my parents brood; as such, I always copped the blame for stuff my older siblings wanted to palm off onto someone else, although my mother eventually got wise-ish to it - even though she usually punished both of us, just to make sure she got the right one! Either way, I caught it.

There's this on-going thing with the old ball-n-chain at the moment about how I "make" him get angry enough to smash the furniture, and how I am to blame for various things happening around the place - the latest being the apparent disappearance of several items of clothing. It seems that fact that I do ALL the laundry means that I am responsible for the two items that have disappeared vanishing - just what convoluted logic he has used to arrive at that conclusion escapes me entirely.

We have to use a public clothesline, but as he is the only male living in our small block of flats, it seems highly unlikely that anyone has taken them; more likely, he has just misplaced them or failed to look for them properly. He is starting on a new job today, so the most likely scenario is that he has gone in to a tizzy of panic about that, tried to find said item, and, having failed to do so, dissolved into this latest hissy. He needs to take a fuckin' chill pill and get over himself quick smart! I am so getting over this behaviour - frankly, whatever else is going on in our relationship is rapidly becoming not enough to compensate for his bullshite.

I feel a bitch-slap coming on!!

Bitch-slap!

SH*T – P*SS – F*CK – C*NT – C*CKSUCKER – MOTHERF*CKER – TITS!!!!!!!

The 7 “dirty words” you can’t say on television – appropriately edited for any sensitive little flowers that may stumble across this blog.

And just why am I resorting to such a string of expletives, I hear you ask? Because I am totally pissed off with the way I seem to have to look after people all the time!!!

My main squeeze had yet another instance where somebody ignored him in a conversation today – I had the outright temerity to not notice this, which is tantamount to supporting it, apparently. It happens all the time – because people are essentially stupid, racist arse-wipes, but there’s no telling him that!! My attitude is more like “fuck them, who needs them or their shit” and walk away. But the poor wee lad cracks the shits – usually with me! – about pretty much everything that happens that he doesn’t like. Somehow, it always seems to be my fault in one way or another – natch!

The truth of the matter – at least a part of it – is that he is just too self-effacing; I’ve watched him sit through meetings, where everyone else was happily venturing an opinion, with his eyes closed!! Never spoke a word for the whole hour and a half!!! He seems to do this or its equivalent in all relationships except those in which he feels safe enough to let fly; which he occasionally does to the point of breaking the furniture! As with everything negative that he does – it’s never “his fault” – natch! It’s always someone else – usually me – who has “made” him get so angry that he feels the compelling need to smash something; do I hear the term “anger management” from anyone??

He claims to be “Buddhist to the core”, but the truth is he’s just a screwed up boy who never got over his father’s departure or the fact that, despite his intelligence, he’s never managed to make a big splash in life. I’ve TRIED to tell him that it’s all a big crapshoot and that fame’n’fortune land indiscriminately on the loved and the unloved; he won’t listen – natch! He’s about as “Buddhist” as Santa Claus – but without the “Ho ho ho”.

So I have to deal with it – his tempers, his accusations, his bullshi*t appeals to the “higher power” he fondly imagines is looking after everything – and doing a truly lousy job, if it DOES exist! I have enough trouble dealing with my own personal sh*t without taking his on at the same time – he seems to think he’s the only one with problems of any moment; in other words, he’s as self-centred and wilfully oblivious to anyone else’s difficulties as are 99.999% of the world’s population. If he knew the sh*t I’VE had to put up with in my long and tortuous life – but he doesn’t and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit interested if he did. His problems are SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT than mine or anyone else’s – natch!

Is it worth staying with him? Have to admit, my little chickadees, it’s getting’ harder to justify hanging around. Every time he does his “release-my-anger” crap all over the carpet, it blows another hole in my resolve to stick it out. Eventually, I suspect, the whole edifice will be so shot full of them it will come crashing down in a big heap – same way it did the last time – and yours truly will be out the door with nary a turn of the head to mark my departure.

My moan this time? I want to be looked after for a change. I want to be able to live my life the way I want to within the limits of the law – or at least without getting caught! I want to be able to look at whatever hot, legal porn I want to without having to put up with the net-nanny blocking most of my access because HE'S petrified that illegal content might somehow find its way in; I want to be able to eat what I feel like when I feel like it; I want to be able to manage my money the way I want to – not according to some bullsh*t rules dreamed up in a time where everyone was (and could be) debt free; I want to be able to express my social, religious, economic, political, and every other opinion without being told that I’m “naïve” about it because I don’t support the fundamentally right-wing, uber-conservative cr*pola he parrots from that idiot “religious leader” he follows. Essentially, my boyfriend is a right-wing SOB who would be shaving his head, raising his fist, and kicking the crap out of “towel-heads” if he had been born white and lived in Europe. And let me tell you – IT SUCKS!!!!

He needs to get his arse back to his own country, where his “kind” – meaning racially – are the vast majority and where he might – just might – be able to get the great big chip he has against “whiteys” off his shoulder – in other words, lose the massive inferiority complex related to his internalised and largely unconscious racism that currently governs his life.

But ---- whatever. I’m on a path that, while he certainly inspired it, is now only peripherally related to him, and I’m not about to let him push me off it just because my failure would make him feel better about his own. I’ll stick with it for now – but if it comes to a choice between losing the shining future I am building or losing him – well …. let’s just say the ejector button is all primed and ready – and HE’S the one sittin’ in the hot-seat! Natch!

Well ..... what a lazy cow I must be. How long is it now? The truth is - I'm just too damn busy with all that is everywhere to be bothered much with what's here.

But .... and it's a BIG but .... it has come to Damnation's attention that a little fish called Chad Elliott, who apparently fancies himself as a bit of a goer in the philosophy/religion department - full-scale Christian, of course - has been paddling around in his wading pool, spreading the notion that he's some kind of theological genius. Natch, I just had to take a gander.

This dude is SERIOUSLY BUTT-FUCK STUPID!!!! not that it takes stupidity to get butt-fucked, but this guy's brains (what there are of them) are totally in his arse. He reckons his argument is undefeatable and calls himself the "Atheist Killa" - like the total douche-bag he is.

He’s devised what he thinks is a REALLY, REALLY CLEVER line of reasoning he calls “the Elliott Argument” – as if the name matters in anything other than his own little delusional world. Essentially he contends that atheists, if they refuse the alternative of the Uncreated Creator (UC), have only two options; STE – Space and Time are Eternal, or SCPNCEU – Something can Come from Pure Nothingness and then Create Entire Universe(s).  He then makes the claim that these options are irrational, illogical, and without evidence, and that therefore, so are atheists. This is the blogspot if you want a good laugh: http://theelliottargument.blogspot.com.au/.

He also claims to have “owned” everyone who ever took him on in one of his “live debates” – the tragic little bitch doesn’t even seem to realise that he has been totally trashed every time – at least, on all the ones I’ve watched on his YouTube site.  One look at the outline above should be enough to convince anyone with functioning neural pathways that this fucknuckle is a pea-brain of the most extreme variety; frankly, I imagine dressing would present him with a major challenge – all those tubes and buttons and zips!!!

He prattles on like his crap means something, but most of what he posts on his blog is lifted from other authors with much better language skills. Apparently, he’s been touting this mega-garbage for some three years – which tells you just how much of an impact it’s made on the theological debating community, given that almost no-one has heard of it outside his little (and I MEAN little) band of followers and the MUCH bigger number of people who see him as comedy relief. He’s built himself a little internet universe of one blog (above) one FaceBook page, and a few mediocre Youtube videos (where he actually touts himself as a “rap artist”!!! his attempts at music are an even bigger laugh/riot than his philosophical speculations). Apart from those, and a totally banal attempt to garner a bit of cash for some third-rate T-shirts, he has generated precisely zip; Chad (thu AyKay!) Elliott is a loser with a capital DUMBASS!

This guy is spread around the Internet like a madwoman’s shit – and his reasoning and argument have about the same substance. It’s BULLSHIT pure and simple. He looks like a meathead of the worst sort. You know me, girls; I’m usually in to the big, rugged and stupid types, but this guy is too much, even for me – thick as pig-shit and twice as ugly. I don’t know; if I was horny enough, maybe a ball-gag and a brown paper bag over the head might do it – but even then, the thought that I had fucked anyone that stupid would haunt me for hours!

So; what to do? Do I leave the little fish to piddle about his wee pond in the sadly deluded state he is currently in? Or do I disabuse him of his illusions and bring his sloppy, sorry arse back to reality? The BIG question is, of course ---- do I give a rodent’s rectum WHAT happens to this monumental piece of white-trash stupidity? The answer of course is NO FUCKIN’ WAY! although I admit, it would be interesting to see what happens if he ever manages to pull his head out of his own fundament (personally, I think it’s permanently wedged in there). But he’s funny, in his own useless way. I’ll keep tabs on him and see where he ends up; my guess is as a janitor somewhere, mouthing on ad infinitum about how he “couldabeen” if only the world had listened to his brilliance. Maybe by then, I’ll have mellowed enough to feel sorry for him; but I doubt it.

Loooong time between drinks

I guess that's because nobody but me reads this shit. Well....it's a chance to get things off my firm, pert breasts, so I write anyway. 

Christmas is on us once again, and once again we have all the religious crap to deal with. I'm currently going with a member of one particular little cult called "Happy Science" (in Oz at least - Kofugu no Kagaku in it's home country Japan) which makes most of them look positively sane! 

The "Master" of this disparate group of boofheads is a middle-aged Japanese businessman who calls himself Ryohu Okawa; he began life as Takashi Nakagawa - here's the cached link with that information (http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:guKlfpDHj7QJ:askjot.com/search/Happy-Science+Happy+Science+is+a+new+religious+and+spiritual+movement+founded+in+Japan+in+October+1986+by+Takashi+Nagawa,+now+known+as+%22Ryuho+Okawa%22.+...&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=au); interestingly, the Wikipedia page about HS has since been edited to remove the name change - I wonder why? He was an uninspiring, largely unsuccessful and unnoticed salaryman until 1986 when he founded this religion; now, of course, thanks to the generous donations of his many believers, a highly effective advertising campaign and the tax exemptions he's allowed as a "religious leader", he's a fucking multi-millionaire!! 

This guy is either deluded or a con-artist or both. He claims to be the manifestation on earth of the "real" creator God of this universe (don't they all?) known as "El Cantare"; he also claims to have previously lived on earth (don't they all?) as, among others, Confucius, Jesus, the Buddha and Muhammad - my, he HAS been a busy boy! He's managed to convince about 2 million Japanese (according to HS's own figures; who knows how accurate they are) and quite a few more around the globe, including a number in l'il' ol' Oz, that he is for real, despite the fact that his claims are either completely unprovable or demonstrably false.

Eg, he claims that the earth was visited and seeded by multiple alien species in its distant past (unprovable), that they killed off the dinosaurs (demonstrably false), that there have been numerous, highly technologically advanced civilisations on earth in the past (highly unlikely) most of which have been destroyed because they turned evil after his manifestation died/left them (which proves that, as a God, he's lousy at setting things up properly) by sinking into the ocean (demonstrably false). He's produced one laughable, live-action movie and a series of child-like anime's which purport to show this manufactured "history", with his various "manifestations" as the star turns in each. The religion is loosely based on Buddhism, which I think is what attracts most of its adherents, but is a reworking of it mixed with elements of Christianity, pantheism, animism, a range of other religious movements and a large dollop of bullshit New Age spiritualism; a nice, broad range of appeal to catch as many chickens as possible. 

If anyone wants to read the kind of crap he delivers, this is the English version web-site (http://www.kofuku-no-kagaku.or.jp/en/index.html); I've heard that the English language version of the religion is watered down somewhat from the more hard-core, Japanese version, which makes claims that Japan is to be THE (note - not A) world leader in pretty much every respect and calls for, among other things, a 'first strike' military policy against North Korea; yeah!! there's a REAL pacifist re-incarnation of the Buddha for you!!!! This dick-wad clearly has NO IDEA AT ALL what that would do to the local power balance, not to mention the fact that China is hardly likely to sit on its hands while Japan takes this unilateral action!! Of course, it appeals greatly to the conservatives in the Japanese population, which is of course why he said it. They make up the bulk of his power-base there and he has a few high(ish) profile members from those factions.

He has made a stab at politics of late; I don't think he won a single seat in the last Japanese election, which goes to show that, if he is a God, he's a pretty minor one - there are plenty of completely mortal men who can swing votes any way they like, so this Okawa/Nakagawa dude is a clearly a dud as far "other-worldly powers" go. Of course, his claims are that "evil spirits" interfered to cause his woeful political showing, as they did to destabilise his marriage. That's right!! This douchebag's wife has up'd and left him for - get this - the second time!!! Maybe she's pissed off at not getting to be first lady. The BS he's spreading about this (to cover his arse, of course; how can a God make a lousy husband?) is that she was married to Lucifer in a former life - YES!!! HE REALLY CLAIMS THAT!!!! - and that Lucifer's spirit is influencing her to try to take over as leader of HS and to claim that she is the real re-incarnation of the Buddha!!! And some of his followers actually buy this!!!!!

Amazing, I know!!! I've been to the local "temple" once or twice and met some of the members; most of them seem like genuinely nice, reasonably intelligent people; the local "branch manager" (why he has this title as opposed to minister, I don't know - it's probably a tax dodge) is a nice enough guy and seems quite genuine. I just can't understand how anyone with an education of any kind could buy into this crap!!!! My boyfriend is reasonably intelligent; he's hot and I'm not about to end my relationship over this (as long as he doesn't try to get me to join - so far there's no pressure); but it just amazes me how gullible/desperate people can be to actually believe someone like this twat can be what he claims to be!! I've seen a couple of the movies he's produced and it was all I could do to not piss myself; while some of the members around me, even the men, were being reduced to teary eyes!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!  - in every sense. I've also read part of his major tome (he's "written" about 500 books about all this) called "The Laws of the Sun"; I put it down after the last effort to wade my way through it as it is full of so much crap!!! I don't know how much more of it I can stomach, but the boyfriend doesn't seem to mind that I don't believe it as long as I let him do so. So far, it's caused no ructions, so I'm happy (non-science) to let it ride for now. 

Let's see what the future brings; unlike Nagawa/Okawa, I don't lay claim to being able to predict the future - even though he covers his arse by saying that his "predictions" can get changed because of "evil spirits" or if enough people become his followers or whatever other BS reason his followers will believe (clever son-of-a-bitch, isn't he?). I'll be interested to see just how long this douche-bag lasts.

Happy Holidays.

Ambisextrous

This time it's about fucking. There's this scrubber at work (and NO; I don't mean she's an obsessive/compulsive kitchen cleaner); don't know what she puts in her body lotion but most boys fall over each other trying to get her panties off. Not that it's too difficult, what with her clawing them off herself. Anyhoo, we've seen a shitload of tradies past our doors of late and needless to say our girl was right in there, reeling them in like so many gaffed fish. One boy got to her more than once and I'm sure she enjoyed it. In fact I KNOW she did because I porked him as well. Not that she could give him what I did; seems he likes to take it in the arse as much as he likes to give it in the pussy.

Which brings me to my point. What is it with straight men? I've screwed so many of them I could have had a hundred kids by now if they'd been able to get pregnant; but none of them were "gay" and a few would probably belt you one for suggesting they were. So there I am, hammering away at these boys, plantin my seed in their backsides (that's one fun thing about straight boys; they ain't "gay" so they can't get AIDS. I suggested using a condom to one and he just looked at me funny and said "why?") and the whole time they're dating girls and getting laid and making "fag" jokes and wrecking their bodies with beer and footy and smokes. FUCKWITS!!!! I was doing it to one boy for close to ten years on and off - usually when he was between girlfriends, but sometimes when he wasn't; and I know I wasn't the only guy he was "seeing" (from a prone position and between his knees usually).

He's married now with three ankle biters and I'll bet my buns he's still taking dick up the back-passage whenever he gets the chance. I always said; he was like a nicely appointed family car that, when you hit the right button, turned into a Ferrari. Talk about taking it like a man!!!! The point is - he wanted to continue our little trystette after the wedding; not that I wasn't sorely tempted - he's 42 now and still one of the most handsome hunks 'a' manhood I've ever seen. But by this stage I knew the wife too well to look her in the eye over the dinner table and not tell her that I regularly invaded her husband's fundament. We don't communicate that much any more.

Why do these boys do it? Why can't they just acknowledge the fact that a big, fat dick pumping in and out of them makes them feel fantastic? It's not like they're the only ones; dear Dr Kinsy well and truly proved that point back in the 50s. I guess there's still that old, tired, festering bullshit of being a MAN (in the John Wayne, Sly Stalone, Arnold [Vuckvitt!!] Swartzeneggar kinda way). Frankly I think all three of those guys would have been happier, healthier and whole lot nicer if they'd taken the odd cock up the jacksie, even if only to say they'd done it. Still - makes no never-mind to me; I'm still out there havin' fun and doin' the nasty every chance. Scrubber and Anthony split up though they're still "friends". And I'm still plowing Anthony's butthole; those tradies can sure have tight arses!! - must be climbing all those ladders. When I look into those big, dark eyes and he grunts out "fuck me like a bitch!" - it's just toooooo gooooood!!!!!!

Luv, hugz and big juicy ones to all.

2007?

Another lunar year almost upon us; year of the dog I believe. I guess that means John Howard and George Bush Jr will stay in office; what a nasty couple of mongrel curs they are.

Is there any point? In changing? The world is going to burn sometime in the next 10 to 100 years, so why do we bother? The Mayans thought it would all end in 2012; maybe they were right. The time line fits if the global warming enthusiasts are correct, if a little conservative in their estimation.

Won't it be interesting boys and girls to watch New York melting in the summer heat; the Chrysler building bending sideways like a candle put too close to the stove; Central Park in bush-fire mode; whatever over-priced, tasteless memorial they put up where the WTC stood before the famous 9/11 folding in on itself like so much soggy ice-cream? Knowing you're next?

Here's your last chance to see what's left of the world before the people who have taught us all to shop or die strip the last asset from the planet and retire to their lavish, air conditioned villas, fondly nursing the vain hope that someone else's money will be spent to solve the problem before the champagne runs out.

Well sweeties, here's a newsflash for the Rupert Murdochs of this world; IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE!!. The ice cubes in your highball are melting as we speak and you'll be breathing salt-water before anyone comes up with a viable way to stop it. Or maybe you'll be breathing dirt. After all; why should you worry about a problem you'll bequeath to your children? Let them clean up the shit-heap you'll be safely buried underneath.

Do us all a favour darlings; die soon. That way we won't have to bury your rotting flesh along with the corpses of the ten thousand species your greedy, fucked-up, self serving attitudes will have created. We won't have to smell the stench of your decomposition along with that of a dying planet. At least do us the favour of pissing off before you piss on us anymore!!!

Oh ... and give my love to Satan when you see him. Tell him Hellen says Hi!