What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Most Likely to Die

Of a lynch mob!

My prediction of my future has come true. Well not yet in the real world, but definitely so in the virtual world.

So I told this old joke about the western monotheisms being a trilogy remake of the same films over and over again. I assigned the fan-fiction to Islam. I knew there was a reason we pick on on the Mormons. I should have picked on the Mormons, they are aliens from Mars after all. So now some pea brained toddlers in the virtual world have conferred upon me the title of "Islamophobe"

Ironic considering that a few of my blogs this year have been dedicated to curing Islamophobia (Or my past works on Heathen fasting and Profiling)

Just another addition to my  Devilish Blasphemy

Well I'm going to be partying in hell anyways, so I'm glad for the upgrade to business class. At least all sheep have more in common than saying "Baa" - they don't have a sense of humor.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Fall hues, Winter blues & Other Gibberish News

I've not posted a blog post for a long time now. I noticed that my last blog post was on October 21st. That is well over a month ago. I'm disappointed in the long gap because I have had several things I needed to vent or observations to share.

For example, I wanted to vent about Chaz Bono on Dancing With the Stars because watching Chaz Bono dance is indeed watching Humpty Dumpty dance. I get the whole be nice, be courteous, don't tease or bully thing, and me calling Chaz Humpty Dumpty is mean; but the judges were actually nice about it. They criticized his dancing, his awkwardness, his heavy footwork and utter lack of grace in movement - they did not bully him, tease him or make fun of his weight or transition. The whole thing was blown out of proportion. What is wrong in being called a cute Ewok or Penguin? If animal references are wrong, all the people called minx, lioness, stallion, panther, bird of prey should be offended. I also was annoyed by the whole LGBT community throwing their weight behind him. This is a dancing show, can we at least try to vote for the dancer please?



Then I have my own observations about Katy Perry's single E.T. For one thing the song is definitely not at all about the "alien sex" it claims to be. I'm saving my interpretation though for someday soon, it will come out along with Britney Spears "shame" and a whole lot of things under the category "What the fuck is a disco stick?"

Anyway, the point is that I have not been writing as much. I would blame the excessive school load this semester has me working on a whole lot more papers, essays, presentations and reports. Indeed a huge chunk of my weekends has been taken over by finishing school work. At the same time I am guilty of lacking discipline and succumbing to the addiction of India-Forums. Quite sadly, I have to report that I have been utterly sucked into the brouhaha hoopla around the entry of the pornographic star Sunny Leone on the Indian reality show Big Boss (India's version of celebrity Big Brother)



Usually, I don't give a damn about saucy news like this. Isn't it always the same old stuff - a kinky sex tape leaked online, teen star caught smoking contraband stuff, something about the Kardashian or the guidos of Jersey Shore, some footballer sexting pictures of their dicks, and a huge situation about boy loving pedophiles. You kind of get desensitized to news like this. In fact I wonder if the world is normal if there isn't something seedy in the news.

But this is India we are talking about here! India is the land of no sex. Every child in India is dropped of by  magic storks from the heavens. That means there is a whole arsenal of storks working over time out there. We have been writing to Santa to stop for decades now to no avail. Storks aside, can you imagine the volatile reaction of introducing pornography in the land of no sex? The explosive energy it produces can fuel our planet for the next decade, if only we knew how to harness it. So I've been sucked into enjoying the mass hysteria unfolding as everyone runs like chicken little screeching "The Sky is Falling, The Sky is Falling".

Sky reminds me that the show also has this jackass character who insists on being called Sky even though his name is Akashdeep. Thankfully, he is already a fallen character and nobody has to worry about a filthy swine like him falling on them. Anyway, now with Sunny Leone on the show there is all sorts of coco-loco going on in India and the India-Forums. The latest being that Sunny Leone has been credited with the deadly viral outbreak of porn addiction in India. Apparently teenage boys have been discussing porn, and husbands expecting kinkier sex - all thanks to Sunny Leone. I think India needs a reality check through Google trends and internet activity data.

Prior to that I've been caught up with conspiracy theories of demoniacally possessed contestants and all that jazz. I don't get the whole show at all. Most of it is just trailer trash behavior of people throwing sleaze at each other with bad demeanor and gutter language. With that kind of trashy display of human behavior, impact of porn is the least of my worries. What is the point of values, if you don't treat humans with value eh? My bad! Lesson learned! I hope to sober up and devote more time to my own reading and writing once again instead.

Other than that fall flew by in a breeze here. I don't think I really got to enjoy the crisp fall evenings with the gold, auburns and scarlet leaves withering into the crimson sunset. Instead the bright sunny days of summer skipped for and went directly into the bleary dreary winter. The day flies by like a brief flash of nanoseconds and I am steeped into darkness all around me. My head is stuffy, my eyes are blurry, my chest burns and my throat is sore. I curse the darkness as I convulse in a coughing bout. My mind feels so heavy and depressed and dark that my enthusiasm and creativity and energy is squashed.

I hope for light, so I can feel light, and get back to my happy routines again.